MY YOUTH
Thursday 03 April 2008 at 6:17 pm Alone in my office,apart from the normal church,
crying and begging for understanding.
Not a polite cry
,but the giant tears, hyperventilating,
nose running, head buried,
your mom just died
crying.
I know few understand
,that is part of our cross.
Desperation overpowers
common sense,
and the need to verbalize
emotions can not be ignored.
Empty
sympathy of friends
with places to be
leading to my office
crying and yelling at God.
My youth,
does not fall lightly
from my lips.
Some colloquialism
uttered out of connivance.
When she disappears into the streets,
or he slips behind bars.
When he has left without a goodbye
or hardness has overtaken their
faces.
They do not disappear as
unnoticed as you think.
For God has bound them
to my heart
and I will never be quite the same.
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