Late bloomer
I thought I was the adult
I had the years
that is without question
But experience and wisdom
Those were yours
Never had I been driven by passion
that engine had never been tried
never engaged by the spark of life
instead content tobe moved
by the power of others
and now...
outside of your presence
your gracious love squandered
now only indifference and distain
decorate your visage
A perfect picture of hell
(2014)
