We hide far too much from the truth, what we need is to seek,
The child is a stalwart witness, a child so pure and meek,
Underneath that stoic face, he watches with disgust,
For he has left his youth too early, merely because he must.
Spreading like an impending disease, a contaminated place,
approaching with such precaution, out-growing his juvenile race,
Casting a protocol of boundaries, separating from their light,
They're too concerned for social status, to notice the sheets are white,
And underneath the sterile sheets, lays people he once cherished,
Too scarred to feel the loneliness, too regretful for them to have perished.
Eyes devoid of any emotion, a horde of paper in hand,
A belated discovery of books he found, his fate is already planned,
Opening each memorabilia, one by one, they age,
An immutable force, no longer alone; he turns a perpetual page,
Like a semblance of his own past, yet, now a semblance of life,
Each page representing recuperation; healing without the strife.
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Poem Explained:
(Just in case you're confused)
The poem is focusing on a boy, who socially isolates his self because of the death of many people he cherished. Now devoid of any emotion, let alone bliss, he discovers books owned by his erstwhile family/friends, whom he lost. Soon, he is lost within the world of reading, each chapter representing healing the conceptual scars he has, and also representing a new life.
Sounds soppy, I know :((((((((((((((((((
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Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
