(20 minute poetry)

The potency crept up on me cruelly and painfully
startling my childhood and dragging me screaming into a false sense of maturity where the bed that I lie on became the beds that I died on and yet in moving ever on there came an acceptance lacking in youth that not all which glitters is the sparkling truth.

I scan through the lifeline to see how much more time there'll be, but messages so often in plain view are now hidden from me.
I live in it now,
maturity
Wow
it shocked me
But
I got over it.