Do you ever feel like your things are disappearing? That whenever you turn your head something has been stolen. Here is a poem about those things, those stolen things.
Stolen Things
How I need them
How I long for them
How I miss them
Sleep,
Oh, wonderful sleep,
Taken from me
Stolen from me
Gone
I have been deprived of sleep
My precious sleep
It has been stolen from me many a time
But yet I cannot get it back
When I catch the thief,
It is gone,
Unable to be returned
Even though I desperately need it
Stolen Things
How I need them
How I long for them
How I miss them
Time,
Whenever I look it is gone,
Missing
Stolen
Perhaps it is stolen by the same thieves who have taken my sleep
Perhaps not,
I do not know,
But what I do know is when I find these thieves I will make them pay,
Suffer for the pain I have had to go through because I know,
That I will never get it back
My valuable possessions,
Once stolen,
Can never be returned
The thieves,
Those heartless thieves,
Take my sleep and time away
And I am sad for I know I will never see them again,
Goodbye my wonderful things
Gone,
Forever
Never to come back to me,
That is the way it is
Although they are gone, I still have more of them
A never ending source
Like the water in the oceans and seas
Until the end of the earth
Or in my case, my life
Stolen Things
How I need them
How I long for them
How I miss them
Boy, do I know that feeling…
Cool poem- I agree with Ruby; sleep is a must-have (though unfortunately stolen by teachers and professors! 
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Quality poem…I’m looking forward to reading more.
-Fresh Writing
Nice, I have sit and sometimes wondered, what would it be like to actually have ONE good nights sleep… 
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