#toomuchtoosoon
Smoke curls through late nights,
youth chasing its wild freedoms—
too much, too soon spent.
In the glow of reckless joy,
a quiet warning flicker’s.
Parties blur to dawn,
habits tighten into chains.
We ask as we fall—
can too much good turn to harm,
and who decides the measure?
I wrote this after reading a poem posted on Hello Poetry, written by Daan, a Belgian poet—titled Missing.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 4:25 AM UTC