Still so young, but full of hate.
Impotent fury-in confusion turned inward.
Beg for attention….silently drift away.
Not so innocent eyes search upward,
Seeing nothing but onyx disapproval,
Azure dreams, Jaded reality.
Make them proud! Make them Love!
Secrets buried-dead goldfish in an old cigar box.
Naked truths yellow and fade…
Newsprint with which to line the shelves.
Scream and dream with voices stripped,
Run, hide behind the naiveté.
There may be rainbows painted on the wall-
But the window is still cracked.
Can't patch it up any more, all must be replaced.
Don't feel well any more, the rusty sword still cuts.
Make the Hurt! Make them Cry!
In transition-hope, lost like an old sock.
Won't hide the proof in another locked heart.
In consummates in a stainless steel Rage.
