Songs To The Betrayed Youth

My words are eyes
Stinging with scraps of
separation.
In the middle of the night ,
They wake and weep for
passed friends.

I shiever in the cold,can’t
sleep
Give me your warmth
mother
Bring my troubled heart to
ease.

Upon strips of moonlight
I lie half dead, soaked in
woe
But the pain does not
recede.

I cultivate my verses
With warm sighs
Yet they turn on me
savagely.
My youth betrays me
who can restore the faith?
The life but, tell me to
moan for the broken trust.

Mother, please teach me
To grapple my lips when I
weep,
Or the world will hear me
cry.

Tell my heart to swallow
the bitterness
Of separation.
I am fated to mourn.

I must not call out my
muse
inside the cowardice of my
words
because I fear that when I
am gone
this vicious world,
will say that my poems
were immoral.