Colors
of Youth
When
home seems far from home,
And
the ever-widening recesses
Taketh
me.
Like
edifices huge and narrow street,
Implores
nature to stretch
Her
aching feet.
This
overwhelming sense of alienation,
Privy
thoughts like daggers
Deplete
the soul.
The
hermit crab in the wrong shell,
Basks
in its own artifice.
Desperate
for that familiar reach,
The
lonesome pond still and silent,
Shivers
with a single breeze.
Little
by little,
My
heart maneuvers,
The
predator aligning with my concupiscence-
A
polar bear in the cold waiting-
The
seal peeking out from a gaping hole.
Hadn't
it been for the deer to lurk too close,
The
crocodile to have feigned silence.
Remember,
men with slumber could
Silence
their secret musth.
But
you my friend
Are
in a floating dream.
A
frenzy whelp,
With
the same fervor wagging,
Everyday,
Unbaffled
by the crackling noises of youth.
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