Look not to close beneath the indifference.
Oh one of such young years.
Eyes that have seen to much.
Voice uttered and by elders disregard,
As your too little to life have known.
Look not to close beneath the volume.
For how could your youth bear scars?
Anger is the name of the day's theme.
A byword to be your generations.
Grown old to innocene, to young to maturity.
Look not to close beneath the sneer.
No map has life offered relief for you.
Labeled to only know the fight.
Stop! Look closer Adult at your youth.
They know life's pain as none are spared.
Written Feb 14, 2014
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Snapshots of Pain, Grief And Loss
PoetryA selection of where the darkest/loneliest/grieving ruminations and experiences from different time periods in life have been placed. Warning Triggers! It is not for light reading and if your in a dark place, please avoid. This book comes in three...
