Best Years of Your Life

My adolescence is ebbing,

like the foaming edges

of an ocean

that I have never been to

My golden years

consisted of suicide attempts,

fluctuating weight,

and a dipping mattress

that never ceased being warm and tepid

My adolescence is waning,

like the beaming edges

of a harvest moon

that will never glow golden again

Reviews

[Esteban Morfín]

This is a heavy one. It carries a great deal of pain. Don't lose hope! The best is always yet to come!!

Nicely done with this poem, by the way. I loved the flow of it.