Sting of Youth

Looking through old pictures made me... nostalgic

in those days our hearts burned like the sky; uncontrollably, vibrantly, hopelessly infatuated with a passion that can only be described as youth.

it happened and then it didn’t. a state of mind is all it is. i have nothing left to give so i surrender helplessly to my fears, my apathy my never ending thoughts that all end in
“only if”

a scared child is all it is. a small light amidst an abyss. in your heart you feel her screaming and pleading and tearing you apart. happy moments did suffice
a moment where you felt the love and then the hateful sting of ice

it’s not your fault i swear
somethings just wrong in there
a screw is loose
an untied noose
slipknot subconscious
you’ve failed again

youth like nausea, sailed by fear
ever fleeting, ever clear.
your youth was stolen.
i’m begging you, take mine. unlike youth, death takes her time

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I enjoyed this nostalgic perspective on the naivity and the brevity of our youth. Indeed we seem to see the world and its endless possibilities until reality checks us and takes the wind out of our once billowed sails. Like the flowing nature of this piece and the questions it begs.

[Hobi]

I really appreciate your comment! im glad i was able to convey a sense of confusion and abruptness of youth. thank you for your kind words