Camouflaged

The hysteric teen probes the mirror; parading his luxuriant mane,

As cubs should assume the lion latent, predators contemplate their reign,

How revolting the feminine uncertainty that greets him, for it's no man that meets his eyes,

Pensive he caresses his crowning glory, should he be shaved to infantile cries...

They bear down on the overgrown infant, he sure has been raised so fine,

Replica moulded to near perfection, well drilled and polished benign,

Stripped of words and unclear cause, hysteria meets perverse sobriety;

And cowers exposed to puritan gazes, curbed as he's been for eternity.

"Sand off the rough edges, shall we now?", he sure has heard that before,

So he finds his feet neath a greyer sky, possessed in absent minded downpour.

Something about the clouds that close in on him, as the wind permeates his hair,

And silent epiphanies dissolve hysteria away, with newfound words of despair.

A transient flash of merciful guillotine, and it was over smeared cross the floor,

As remnants lit up the mirror to perhaps soothe his post traumatic stupor,

With childlike delight he rushes out to receive the warmth that now fills the grey,

And disguises dungeons midst golden seasonings, as epiphanies wither away.

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[Coyote Poetry]

I wanted to read and know more Swagato.
"A transient flash of merciful guillotine, and it was over smeared cross the floor,
As remnants lit up the mirror to perhaps soothe his post traumatic stupor,
With childlike delight he rushes out to receive the warmth that now fills the grey,
And disguises dungeons midst golden seasonings, as epiphanies wither away."
The above lines. Well written and I wanted the complete story. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote