in the light's evanescence

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this poem word for word in tenth grade--it's about a boy who see's his future, and he knows that those too immature to grow up hinder him, but he sees his future never the less. And the future is lonely and cold, but even happiness can be found in lonesome places.

Submitted: August 17, 2016

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The sky was like a foggy mirror

The air was like the opaque surface of a lake

The ground was like a slab of cloudy glass

There were the surrounding shouts of immaturity

 

In the transitory moonlight

He could see his tainted reflection and it was broken

He could see his irresponsibility in the fractured ghost before him

He could see his shattered past in the suddenness of the manifestation

There were the surrounding shouts of immaturity

 

In the void of eternity

The trees were like determined hands reaching for a goal

The clouds were like a layer of gray before the gold rays of Elysium

The crackling fires were like shouts of development

There were the surrounding shouts of immaturity

 

In the doorway of limitations

He could see his objective and it was set

He could see the light despite the obstructions in his way

He could see how much he changed for the better

There was the silence of alteration and the utter satisfaction of loneliness


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