Two days ago, someone broke into my house!!  

snowdragon2006 41M
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8/24/2006 11:05 pm

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Two days ago, someone broke into my house!!


Like the title says, it happened. And something has changed inside. So I tried to put it into words. Does it sound a little bitter?

I enter my home and I already know what happened.
The lock on my door usually responds with clean precision.
A half century's testament to its unfailing endurance.
This time it squeaks, repels, and rejects its fitted glove of a key.
Its insides have been scattered, the insides have been shattered.


Before, I enter my home, the sanctuary of my body, and all seems as it should.
Perhaps my door has finally met the end of its days
with peace and delivery of its purpose straight to the end.
Then I see the rest of my home, all spoiled and disarrayed
I cannot escape the conclusion: my castle has been violated.


The fleeting shock ripples through me but passes in a moment.
I pick up what's left of my possessions as new feelings boil.
A lifetime of energy thrown about with reckless abandon
Not good enough, my life's work, it seems for a thief's taking.
My life's work has been scattered, the work has been shattered.


It is not rage I feel, for so tender a word does my feelings no justice.
Beyond rage, I feel the end of my mercy. The loss of my compassion
For it is not justice I seek. I want my time returned, my faith in mankind restored.
And that which was taken, I want my pound of flesh, his life I want shaken.
I want victim's justice; I want a bloody revenge, and his body to crush.


Through trial and tribulation I hung to my faith, I clung to my beliefs.
I have seen the greed of men destroy, I have seen the desire of lust consume.
But through the storms I held my ground, I would not bow down.
Power of faith was my armor, and wisdom was my medal of valor.
But now my medals are scattered, and my armor lay shattered.


Now through the weight of all those burdens, the pain of all that loss
My mercy has passed, my candle of humanity which once burned brightly
Now stolen from me, and left behind not just a darkness, but a void
A black hole which no faith can fill, no hope will illuminate.
Of vengeance I dream, and the feelings I have are now called HATE.


To the one who dared enter my domain, may you remain forever a mystery,
for to find you would unleash a nightmare, a torrent of unbridled venom.
You will pay for the innocence you stole, for the acts of your control.
You stole from a child who once dared to dream. You've created a devil with no faith
My mercy for you is scattered, and my compassion for you is shattered.

© Snowdragon2006

dasher121 36M

8/25/2006 3:39 am

thats sucks that happened man. I once caught someone in the process of breaking into mine. It was pretty damn freaky. Seeing this random dude staring at me through the window on my door, then give me a strange look and take off running.

Guess he didnt want any parts of this skinny man....or the hockey stick i was carrying hahaha

TheDude.


snowdragon2006 replies on 8/26/2006 3:24 am:
A hockey stick? Excellent idea... But too late now. Oh well, I'll use it on the next guy. Thanks, dude

EroticaXTC 49F

8/25/2006 6:23 am

Being a correctional officer in a prison, I can tell you that this person is most likely a habitual felon and will be caught sooner or later...usually, it isn't soon enough. He is also most likely to be unremorseful at all, and doesn't have any regard for other human beings. The only small upside to this is that in prison, he will have his paltry possessions stolen at least once, may get assaulted by another inmate (depending upon his own attitude), and have to share a television with 50 other assholes with nothing else to lose.
There are many forms of violation, one of which is exactly what happened to you. You didn't give your consent to the coward who dared to break into your home and take what is yours...you have no target for your anger/revenge because he is undefined...He will get what he deserves, though it may not be what you would rather it be...
I understand what you're feeling, I've been violated in more ways than one myself. There is much to work thru when it happens, and finding something of value to learn/take away from the experience is the key to making it pass...I can assure you, one day the bitterness will fade{=}


snowdragon2006 replies on 8/26/2006 3:23 am:
If I ever find this guy, maybe I can call you and have a few big boys from cell block C visit him...in the shower...a few times...

And thanks for the kind words. I know I'll feel better soon. It just....sucks

florallei 99F

8/28/2006 8:23 am

Hello Snowdragon,

Living here in the big city of Van., Canada, my cars have been stolen nearly every year and my place broken into and my possessions taken. My personal stuff taken were the most difficult to overcome. A feeling of is what it felt like but I am greatful that I wasn't home when any of these things occured.
I now live in a condo where there is security and a conceirge 24 hours and it does give me some sense of peace! All those things happened when I lived in a house.
I hope you do not get visited again. Here the thieves return again knowing you have new things when the insurance claim has been processed. One of my past neighbours was victimized repeatedly. It is disheartening. Do you have an alarm system? Get good insurance.
I am sorry but I am very practical and just wanted to make you aware.
Hugs,
flo


snowdragon2006 replies on 8/28/2006 10:16 pm:
Thanks, flo. I have tried to be philisophical and practical about it, but Damn it!! So now I am extra careful and vigilent. As for replacing the stuff, I am in Taipei for only a short while longer so it really doesn't make sense to replace it. I will replace it when I get back to Canada.

take care...

rm_AnOddGirl 57F
3469 posts
8/31/2006 8:09 am

I had this happen in the 80's when silver was over 500 bucks an ounce. They were Pros. Opened drawers from the bottom up, dumped jewelry chests on bed and picked out what they wanted, let out a different door than when they came. Lost all my great gran, gran, and Mum's silver.
Ouch.
Then last year Katrina came by and the Corp(se) of Engineers let the water in. I learned - it's just stuff, still it's not easy seeing it destroyed, lying in heaps on my gray dead front yard.
Stuff is stuff.
Hopefully Karma will get the SOBs.


snowdragon2006 replies on 8/31/2006 11:02 pm:
I know, I know, but it was MY stuff. It's not the first time, but it just came at a bad time, if there ever is a good time. Now, i have to make choices like "do I get another _____ ? or just keep the cash in the bank" I hate that my life has been reduced to... such concerns.

Thanks for the perspective.

MOfunNOWWOW 55F

9/4/2006 11:13 am

Oh Lord I am so sorry. It is a horrible thing to be in your heart and robbed in your home. Big hugs to you and I know it is a very hard thing to get over. Hope peace returns quickly. {=}


MOMO
just a squirrel trying to get a nut


snowdragon2006 replies on 9/4/2006 7:03 pm:
Thanks, pretty lady. I am more philisophical about it... I want to break many parts of this guy.

But I appreciate the hug. Can it be a "special hug"?

Take care...

__Huntress__ 55M/57F

9/20/2006 4:33 am

Some years ago, I remember getting off the train on my way home from work, looking towards my brand-new Z28 Camaro, and seeing someone getting out of it and running away ... when I reached it, this someone had broken the glass to get into it and ripped apart my steering column. The first thing I felt was this overwhelming sense of violation.

I can't imagine what it would be like to come home and find this ... hugs to you ...

{=}


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