A boy once wished for growth,
He crafted a portal in a cauldron’s glow.
Longing to return to youthful days’ parade,
As his kin’s devotion began to fade.
From beyond a spectral veil, five hearts emerged,
Craniun’s core and a missing doorknob had them diverged.
So he just longed to walk the trails of yesterday
To dispel worries that never lasts.
The pillar of their home, with wine, did collide,
It beheld the blank through its eyes.
This led to unfolding moldy, folded diaries,
So he could voice the tales of forgotten memories.
The light of home, small efforts stored in the attic,
Much effort was shown, though her movement was static.
She unyieldingly strove for discipline’s embrace,
As part of us was missing, leaving a trace.
The older one who reads me, brief as a heartbeat,
Insecurities emerge as our eyes meet.
The breath from her mouth touches my bone,
And the abyss swallows me, leaving me alone.
The youngest among us serves as my guide,
All the laughs and loves are sweet, like cherry pie.
His ebullience contrasts with my rapture,
Yet, like me, he has his own adventure.
Now you sense the flavor of this sensation,
Of being between the lines, showing our dedication.
Like the rest, we seek veneration,
For some parts of our hearts belong to another’s station.
