Twenty Three

     A poem I wrote few days before I turn 23 (well it's sort of obvious on the title). Basically it's a random emotions of mine at that time.

Night it was in a restless jungle

Stars are outshined by street lamps sparkle

Trees are concrete of floors in towering height

Sidewalks were made vivid by the flashes of neon light

In my bed I lay down, my mind went calm

I uttered a prayer as I unite my two palm

Tough it was to live on my own

Days were filled with ineffable forlorn

Tears I shed once tear me asunder

Frightened I was like a child frights thunder

I almost bit the dust when I stumble

Then there was audacity in me to fix the rubble

Dreams I dreamed are light years away

As if I am the predator, it was my prey

Elusive it became, I must not fall into a trance

Vicious I should be to seize every chance

I’ll be weary and deadbeat for I am no great

But wrought as iron, I’ll never stagnate

A precipice in front of you, and wolves behind you

In your rear, that’s life, perilous and cruel

You can be a coward and you can be weak

But you will be dead, you will be sick

This I learned in twenty three yesteryears