Mellifluous Murmurs

Golden

I wrote this as an entry for the poetry club at school last year when I was a freshman. Here it is :)

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  I see a flash, a heavenly splash,

not quite the buzz, yet not quite trash.

A peachy sense of aging,

oh how terrible! he shall start raging.

With my lovely yet torn portfolio shall grow olden,

my mind shall race as I pace back to reality, the life flushes back to being golden.

As I eventually team up with my own existence, it abandons me and I have no other choice but to go solo,

looking to find at least a piece of mind, my heart squeezes and shatters into a crushed polo.

Finding a path that has reason to follow,

confirming the thoughts that seem to hollow.

Having to balance my heart on the line for it to stand steady,

I reckon it's time to let go now, I think I'm ready.