A twitch of the eye
and I am transported back.
When I was younger.

Youth never seemed
so confusing as it
did back then.

I grabbed my satchel
and ran out the door.
A smile as she blushed
and I grinned with
all the stars in the sky.

Ducked my head as
I brushed the dark
void from my face.

I gulped down the
last morning brew
as I jumped into
the world.

Now I'm all alone,
and I look around lost.
I sulk a little but
only for a bit before
I grabbed the pen.

I scribble a message
and toss it to the wind,
because my thoughts
are always fleeting.

So I slam my head against
the wall and cry tears
that only rain down
on stained carpet.

I fall down and
I gasp for the only
breath that escapes me.

And I my fists makes a
mark of how I was.

10/03/2009

Posted on 10/03/2009
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