Youth (PM)
Youth
I sometimes miss the innocence of childhood
the way the sun shined and reflected off my skin
the way the spokes on my bike cranked and twisted
the way i laughed carefree
the way i built connections
hours on end spent in a state of peace of mind
the blueness of my being
the youthfulness of my disposition
i sometimes miss the late summers with ice cream melting in my hands
the way i viewed the world
the way my imagination ran wild
my state of youthfulness cut short by wickedness
cut short by misplacement of anger
cut short by the projection of the shortcomings of man
cut short by the face of evilness
cut short by the figure who is ordained to protect
as sudden as the cycle of the seasons passing, my season of youth passed
no longer with an optimistic overview of the world
no longer carefree, and exuding of creativity
it seemed as if the sun was dimmer and the wickedness of the shortcoming of man had consumed me
i soon became the killer of youthfulness
the face of evilness
the misplacement of anger
the trap of masculinity i had fallen into, in the shadow of wickedness
what i had grown up with disdain for, i had become.
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