Childhood

turned 18, finally

As I stare out into this sightly trash,

And see so many “things” to do out here, 

I wonder if all’s been cut short--em-dash

struck through all our beating hearts, cleared, 

we may see color surround our faces,

people, and pets, houses, and parks: finite

things to never understand as traces;

of what’s always fleeting, a dying light 

we hope to feel. This should ourselves deny 

the time of day, to feel okay, so we

may recognize pointless we’ve endured, to cry,

lash out with reckless abandon, so free…

March in tune and say it with me, alright?

“Such is life. It goes on. But we endure.”

“One, two, three, four.” Come on, now--what a sight!

Together, we will make it, that’s for sure.

Now I look at you, and you look back at

Me. 

What? Where’d you go? You’ve

vanished.

Impossible. Things were meant to be.

You, me, things in the future: for certain

My better half

I’m but the dust trailing your dazzled comet

The sheep by your shepherd

The aftermath of your ambitions.

I needed you

You didn’t need me

It pleased me, it’s true…

So what to do, now I’m “free”?

... 

My burden! My agony!

Chained all my life,

Now institutionalized, 

An inmate outside,

I’m made to embark on this journey.

Once old, now younger,

Once blind, led by peers,

Naive now, but, thus cured,

I stand, able--without you.

Was it wrong, then?

To consider you my friend?
This person, gone forever

who once was my endeavor.

Was it you that I ever knew?

Or had I lied to myself--

that you’d been shelved

--if you never existed?

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

Very persuasive and filled with the fluid movement of emotion. A pleasure to read🕊️🙏🏻

[nate]

Thank you for your kind message, especially on a personal work like this

[redd Brick Keshner]

Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️