Poem #10: Youth.

The truth hits like a thunder

Disrupting the silence of denial

Draining the color out my face

The noose tighten around my neck

Like a mother who lost her child

I let out my barbaric scream

As the hypocrites in their empath robe

Pull out their poison arrow

You're still blurry, you're not even real yet

Yet they have come to shoot your head down

Your lifeless body on the floor

My sanity leaving through the door

Your bright, sparkling, hazel eyes

Has lost its incandescent glow

Lord, what do I do now?

All the commas and dots in the letters I've wrote

All the nights of terrors I've bear up

For the sake of ink on papers

All the life I've thrown away

Without thinking twice

Just to feel a blurry glimpse of you

All the tears I've had and wiped

All the bloodstain on my ripped-up gown

For the sake of a hold of you

All the brutal, ferocious rage that it took

To tame me down

Just to feel a blurry glimpse of you

Lost you for another triennial

Guess I'm entering the tunnel again

What's a life without a soul?

Stuck in jail for another 1095 days

But dear, I haven't even finished my current time

They don't get to tell me

That I was a melancholic, drama queen

It was their daggers that made me bleed my blood out

I thought they'd know how disturbed they had made me if I open me up

Shame on me, they only see what they want to

All the king's horses and all the king's men

All the psychiatrist and all the academics

Couldn't tame a mad woman and a tortured poet

When they took away her Youth

But forced her to live on plastic dreams and counterfeit joy

Hush, my dear

I have lost you for another 3 years

But I'll see you in another life

Where you could go to Central Park

And I could follow you wherever you'd go