Run Out of Give

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    It happens, you know, people run out of give
    And then they run out of time.
    Writers run out of new things to say
    Or new ways to say the old things.
    Your heart stagnates in your mind.
    When failing time comes
    It’s always the first thing to yield.
    At seventeen you make a willful child
    Stubborn as sin and vicious with youth.
    Eighteen makes you blue as Monday
    Stuck fast to a beginning
    And not liking where you have to go.
    Nineteen tries to teach the point of patience.
    It doesn’t quite fail but it doesn’t quite win.
    At twenty you build a burning bush
    And stoke the flames
    Angry as an old testament God.
    By twenty-one the worst is over
    And the waiting has come,
    Penance for emotional arson,
    A lifetime of penitence on skinned knees.
    Eventually the water around you festers,
    tastes like bile and grit-thick mud.
    Eventually your body begins to wonder
    Why instinct makes it try to go on
    But it does and though you don’t say no
    you keep on picking at the why
    like a hangnail.
    And it harms none, except maybe yourself,
    So you do as you will
    And the world lets you do your thing.
    People, they don’t tell you what they want,
    But they make sure as hell you pay repentance
    For the things you didn’t understand
    Or the times you failed to read between the lines.
    You’re left wondering if there was some manual
    That you were supposed to get at birth
    that the hospital neglected to give you
    Or alternatively
    If someone forgot to install a part.
     
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Dearly Beloved;

    I love it!:smile: :smile: You ask great questions in the most unique and interesting (and readable) way! Thank you for sharing!:smile:

    love,

    least
     
  3. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    amazing poem :rose:
     
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