Carl Halling Poet Free verse

Spark of Youth Long Gone

Two days ago, I decided 
To realise 
Some cherished memories 
Of my beloved little pueblo; 
So I drank about five glasses 
Of Monteviejo 
In preparation for 
The rediscovery of 
The town of my heart.
Firstly, I sat in the bar 
Where I used to meet 
All my friends, 
And was assaulted 
By the prices of the drinks 
And the volume of the music. 
I searched the place 
With my eyes 
For the innocence and laughter 
Of yesteryear, but in vain.
The young people are forced 
Into tight little groups, 
So atmosphere
Is ponderous and alienating. 
Where is the fun? 
The wild and foolish socialising? 
The comic local music? 
All gone. I could cry. 
Oh, these nerves, this living death.  
I am so full of fear, 
Lethargy and fury,  
I can hardly function.
There's a lack of innocence
Of simplicity
And is this change
From deep within me?
The freedom,
The spark of youth
Is gone, 
Or have I merely lost it?
Sophistication spoils, 
The city ravages, 
Senses refined
By knowledge and wine.

(Based on an unfinished story written either in the late '70s or early '80s, in the spirit of the would-be "tortured artist", absurd, melodramatic.)

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