sage

He tried to codify his existence, but
it was no use. Once you’d been to hell
and back, what’s the use?

His jaded perception of the world
made him think of what he didn’t have,
which was exactly what he always
got.

He kept creating what he experienced,
his life a loaded gun, aiming it at himself
for far too long.

His birth left an imprint that started his
life as a struggle, so to prove himself he
always looked to others for validation.

He never could grasp the idea that the best
way to love himself was to love others
first.

Nor did he ever master letting in the sun
without keeping out the glare, just like he
never could remember spending moments
like an angel in a barber’s chair.

sage ©

v3sista

Sage-

Sadly this nice write, is a TRUE reflection of "Our Kids" today. Feelings of hopelessness, low self esteem, no dreams, no father figure or even role models. We have 2 teach them to exist beyond their circumstances, break chains from the past, love themselves, have hope....I pray and instill this in my young daughter everyday! I work to see her succeed.

V3

Mr Benn

Kind of desolate and real sense of the hopelessness of youth in this piece. Excellently written though.

sage

yes, V3, you said it so well; I pray for all the children these days, it ain't no easy task growin' up!

thank you for your visits, you are a doll!

hugs,
sage

sage

hi Mr Benn,

so nice to meet you; and you are right, thanks for your visit and kind comment...

sage

pumpkin05

great poem its really touching