Throbbing sentimental pangs trigger nostalgic memories of yesteryear

Mine emotionally fraught days of yore

spilt presentiment tinged blood

into sucker punched battle fatigued

war weary veteran.

He (yours truly) doth

presently ramble, scrabble, and trundle

across gutted landscape

strewn with psychological potsherds.

Oppressive alienation hashtags me as outcast,

where new born babes technical abilities surpassed

scant infantile savviness (mine)

spurring notion, whereby yours truly

lived ages ago, when pace of life sedate

compared with present era in contrast.

Impossible mission to side step

cratered pock marked cerebral terrain

punctuating terra incognita courtesy disequilibrium

severely disrupting ability to function,

especially distractions issued out radio waves

regarding same Christmas songs

playing every hour.

I can't shake loose

being metaphorically entangled

cumulative detritus analogous geologic,

chronologic, and audiologic tracks laid down

since conception wrought

indelible grooves within noggin.

Risk averse demeanor

kept me hermetically sealed

against positive growth experiences

and (bully me)

not sequestered nor singled

out as token scapegoat,

whereby (wherein) psyche

relentlessly, quintessentially,

and painfully assaulted.

I too unwittingly, guiltily,

approvingly and willingly

allowed, enabled, and provided

unrepentant thugs to unleash brickbats

sticks and stones

(also Daily hurled at Georgie,

a Boxer/Dalmatian mix breed)

when our family Audubon, Pennsylvania.

Nevertheless, despite experiencing

horrendous childhood grievances,

I revere boyhood good times

a shy, (albeit rather socially withdrawn) kid

oblivious to danger

safely and securely affixed

to mother's apron strings.

Yepper, yours truly a bonafide mama's boy

severing figurative umbilical cord I could not deploy

even now as an aging baby boomer,

viz yule eyes long hair pencil necked geek,

I experience social anxiety,

when feigning hobnobbing amidst hoi polloi.

Now at an advanced crotchety age

namely three score plus one Earth

orbitz around the nearest star,

yours truly revisits

poignant episodes foisting

launching snapchatting

one after another crisis

sidelining ability to cope

pursuing life, liberty

and pursuit of happiness

whiz hard by at light speed.

Though just a kid during third industrial revolution,

I remember feeling lost in space (age) and agog

at being on the cusp, when infrastructure

(regarding blueprint describing

information superhighway,

technological/computer transformation

would when soon after graduating

Methacton high school

(mine alma mater)

quickly usher The Fourth Industrial Revolution

a way of describing the blurring of boundaries

between the physical, digital, and biological worlds,

a fusion of advances in artificial intelligence (AI),

robotics, the Internet of Things (IoT), 3D printing,

genetic engineering, quantum computing,

and other technologies.