I Guess I Am Nineteen

Half-baked smiles, conversations disarrayed, high in poetry, I guess I’m nineteen. Half-filled maturity, occasional fits of naivety, I guess I’m nineteen. Eyes frenzied, tears anfractuous, it’s too dry, the environs, where to look, where to? Voices seem distant, no arc of light behind dark dreary, I guess I’m nineteen. Scampering through days, slugging through moments, no sense of time, only of beauty; I guess it’s too late to say, “I don’t want to be twenty”, now that I’m nineteen. Age opens a lid, Dew, experience lifts, winds hurl it through light into darkness: Past days of childish frolic, recreational pranks, gone free, I guess I’m nineteen. -Pin Dew (30/04/2017)