My Marauder

He steals my days away from me,
And I let him,
Constantly.
From the time the sunlight saturates my room,
Til the moonlight sneaks through in small streams
He reigns here.

He’s the reason little droplets abandon
My eyes and cheeks
And litter my pillow gently.
From the moment my head tries to rest in peace,
Til I rise with dry eyes
He rules me.

He’s the reason my companions complain
Of negligence.
From the period when class ends,
Til the next begins again
He conquers all.

But against his force,
I wage no war.
I firmly brace for the damaging blows
I humbly accept the pain that follows
I wipe away the blood that flows
Like they are souvenirs of times gone.
Like I deserve it.
And I do.