Beautiful days fraught with dread silence
Rays of sun beat down on chilled limbs
I lay quivering hands on gooseflesh - stroking madly
Seeking the babe's comfort in senseless times
The warmth of a freshly pressed sheet
The inviting aura of a deeply pitted cot
A bed-frame that creaks with endearing signs of age
Contrasted sharply against the sores and aches of adulthood
Huddling near the shower-head in throes of bitter frost
Juggling goals, dreams, and ambitions with the constant
impressment of a life lived in perpetual purposelessness
Wading through meadows of deceit and odious bickering
That is what awaits youth, the expiring wick
Giving way to anathema, cynicism, and wary outlooks
Sun-kissed, wrinkling grins melt through to impure scowls
Baring fangs and widening shock-white eyes
Your animal urge to claw back to the cradle of humanity
Rendered futile in a pentecostal paean of disturbing rage
A yawp so barbarous it hangs on the trestles of night
in an infinitude of disturbed calm
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