Stolen #Decima #Poem

Some unknown person, mean and bold,
Took something that belongs to me.
I paid the price; it wasn’t free.
I’m feeling cheated, angry, cold.
It wasn’t silver, gems or gold,
But helpful things that mean a lot.
No funds or purchase… What a spot!
When boxes come without your name,
Move on or find the one with claim.
Take what is yours! And leave what’s not!

A Decima I wish hadn’t happened, for Ronovan’s Weekly Prompt at:

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