Arrogance was strong in this youngling
A child playing at being a man
An air of confidence unfaltered
Unrelenting desire
A wanton yearning to consume flesh
Black rules in a white world
Where all is in hues of ash and cement
Self-knowledge builds strong shelters
Past pain is present mortar
With blocks of crystal tears
So this boy, sweet and tender
Loved withoout learning
Longed without grace
Fell without balance
And cried in darkness to an uncaring diety
Cried for those long gone
Cried mostly for the liars,
The cheaters, the judges and friends
The demons grew in the shadows
Lit with the embers of pain
Now, caged in his tear-stained walls
Transparent and safe
He sees without flinching all he once did
Finding home in strict command
Of all he holds dear
No place for frivolity
No needless emotion
All or nothing in matters of the heart
To break, lest he be broken
To own, lest he give too much
To push against pleasure
And claim happiness in humiliation
For it would never again be him
Clear walls like a skyscraper
A firmament of glass shards
Hanging in wait
Of vibrations to set them free
A man's mind
A man's body
A man's need
With a child's heart
Though hardend with experience,
Scarred with it
Calloused
And struggling to survive
He will not leave his prey
Though she has lost his interest
He will not leave to cause pain
To cause guilt
Responsibility squarely on her shoulders
A burden she could never understand
So he pushes
And she goes...broken
And the child cries
Unseen within himself
Unrecognizeable
Unfamiliar
He carries no blame
Feels no guilt
For it is she that turned her back
And the walls remain
The man with rules in bold
Burned darker with each failure to comply
Tantalized by a lady much like himself
Black lines in a white world
She challenged him
He taught her freedom
In giving him everything
He was afraid to return
He pushed, She tried harder
She pushed, He ran
He pushed, She faltered
She pushed, He attacked
They paused for a moment
Her broken and him afraid
Shards shaking as he fights to maintain control
Loosening bit by bit
This child
Longing to believe all he chose to forget
Fredom in love
Trust in another
Welcoming the truth about love
Which is simply:
When you love someone
You get out what you put in
Your only concern is their happiness
He looks like a man this youngling
Devouring the innocent
Unwaverng in his vision
Of truth and self-granduer
Soon, he will learn
That a real man nurishes that banished child
And shares himself openly
With the one his soul adores
Yes, this child resembles a man
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