Musing Mind of Wanderingdeerpoet

There he is Almost a man A tyrant of one Still blossoming Coming of age My son- Angry at the world Weren’t we all at that age? And for what? To what end? All the world had wronged us so We shook our fists at the night So indignant Balled up tight With self-righteous angst Battling everyone Especially ourselves Being a teenager- A special kind of hell.

Like lightening in the skies You flash before my eyes whether open, closed or in between you are felt, missed, aching, even when unseen- It catches up with me like a storm I didn’t see Just on the horizon all the time and it breaks me, shakes me, takes me back to the moment you were mine.

Let the waves wash over me The blue and green and foam Take me and down and then Perhaps they’ll take me home.

Goodnight my love Can you hear my heart? Beating for you Naïve enough to still adore you? Listless mind turning Foolish desires Foolish girl I stand still burning Long forgot I’m sure I still get drunk on your memory Played As a favorite record every night My last thought Before I turn off the light.

Your words melt Over me Through me They continue to be felt Despite the passing of days Weeks, years Missing you Hating you Screaming beside tears Once my greatest fantasy Now a ghost that insists on haunting me The boy who held my heart in his hand The voice I worshipped Acquiesced to it's command Like a song stuck inside my head Refusing to take it's leave Though the music is long dead You repeat You dig in your heels More profound with time Yet to you I'm a few lines In a haphazard rhyme.