Youth and Decay

A Boy With Roses

our nights were divine cities floating in faraway places                                                        

looking out over the edge of insanity                                                                                    

the moon was torn to cinders in ceremonial light                                                                      

ruptured hearts carried by thunderous waves                                                                  

I found myself lost on page 7 of the book                                                                  

you're biting your nails again and looking away                                                                    

another bad habit, another bad day 

 

youth and decay                                                                                                                             

youth and decay

 

our shoulders meet and our shirts get stained                                                                

by a thousand tears of weeping children 

 

youth and decay                                                                                                                                                         

youth and decay

 

you come home late and it doesn't feel the same                                                          

this emptiness growing inside 

 

youth and decay                                                                                                                                                           

youth and decay

 

our nights were divine cities floating in faraway places                                                        

looking out over the edge of insanity                                                                                    

the moon was torn to cinders in ceremonial light                                                                      

ruptured hearts carried by thunderous waves                                                                  

I found myself lost on page 7 of the book                                                                  

you're biting your nails again and looking away                                                                    

another bad habit, another bad day 

 

youth and decay                                                                                                                                                         

youth and decay

 

I saw you sleeping peacefully in an ocean                                                              

drifting by was your shadow's grace 

 

youth and decay                                                                                                                                       

youth and decay.

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  • Published: July 7th, 2022 17:47
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  • L. B. Mek

    really like your purposed use
    of repetition, to add
    a different depth, aside
    the wisdom of your poetry..
    brilliantly realised!
    thanks for sharing, dear poet
    (still
    at least you made it, to page 7
    some
    get lost, seven syllables
    in...)



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