Rite of Passage
Missed this rite of passage
that everyone takes for granted
Jumped ship
now set adrift
Never mind the 'whys and hows'
How soon is now?
Asking for too much
so they held his head down
of course he drowned
without so much as a sound
how romantic
to barely be able to even stand it
and these sprouting grayish hairs
telling tall tales
of a lowly life so unfair
Ugliness marred beauty
this reflection forever stays the same
a finger dancing across a placid pond
from ripples to waves
silence routes screaming alarms
from the backs of butterfly wings
mathiasthom
written 7/8/10
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