youth

youth

like smoke slipping through my hands

tendrils curling around my fingers

teasing

losing

trying to grasp what might have been mine

the dreams

the laughter 

the endless wishing and wanting

exaggerated but unbound delight

swept away by cruel words

empty promises

broken truths

and vapid efforts;

like holy water 

rushing to wash away sin--

as if life were a sin!

and now that the smoke is cleared

my hands hold on to nothing but air

and unyielding failures

teasing

losing

realizing the dreams are grey 

and the laughter hollow--

no more than smoke

but much less all the same

Author's Note

ya

Reviews

[Jasmine Walker]

i love this:D