The Man in Me, the Man Indeed:
Exploring the Craving for Adulthood as a Young Child and Then Wanting Back Childhood Whilst an Adult
As i looked into the darkness, on a stormy night.
I basked, wondering if my thoughts were even right
But how could there be shadows, with no candle or source of light.
Then it hit me in my head, this was a scary sight.
Foolish thoughts, poetic drama, so the poet plays.
With raging feelings and foolish fire, he blesses himself in say,
"I am the greatest lad, none is mightier than i"
But the king of the jungle prawls, watching with but an eye.
Long gone in the distance, i see this shadow move,
A human like figure, with a walking stick for a groove.
I'm wondering if this figure's mine,
his hairy cheek and crooked spine,
He looks so feeble on the wall
"STOP! Dont move", i give a call.
And after a while, it dawned on me
This man, a boy, was only three.
But he frowned so hard, and smiled a little glee
An arc so crooked I was frightened.. "should I just flee?"
Like the glass of my heart this man was very feeble
And a ray of light hit like the scorching sun on a goliath beetle.
"Dear boy" i pray he answered thee
"Why do you age, but still stay three?"
"The answer lies in your heart" he said
"For i am you, only that in future terms.
And then i glitched to the words he spake, for i had no feelings, but into tears i brake.
A disdainful heart, shall dig his grave,
But a merry one would age with grace.
Nini
(2016)
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NINI THE JING .
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