POEMS I WROTE AS A KID #3: "PAINFUL YOUTH"

PAINFUL YOUTH

Like a teardrop making a subtle and lonely
Stroll down the perforated skin of the cheek bone,
I walk down the bumpy streets of life.
Behind is an ancestry that wouldn’t accept me;
Ahead, a steep fall into an unfathomable abyss.
No one seems to comprehend this position:
They are either too young to understand,
Or too old to remember,
That there’s a time in life when things take on
New meanings, and the absurd seem obvious.

They say I’m joking with myself.
They say I’m dreaming precious years away.
But who would jeopardize something so dear
As the mild moon and the harsh sun
That add spice to an eloquent green nature?
Why can’t they strive to see beyond this leather
I put on, and crave for my dream harbor?
Maybe I’d just fall into the dark abyss,
Holding at heart the memories of my painful youth
To reminisce on, if I’d ever find a light.

Jesus Buck
21-10-2010

NOTE: I decided to start this series blogging my juvenile attempts at poetry. I mean I read these stuff eight years afterwards and am like, wow...where is that heart gone? 😊

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