Y O U T H
Impatience drawn in circles,
Longing for an escape grows,
A youth thrown away,
Brings remorse and sorrow.
Printed words turn ablaze,
Idle thoughts sail through pages;
A youth neglected,
Brings mistrust and rage.
A bowl of dessert cold emanates,
Numbs the tongue of sweet indulgence,
A youth desolated,
Brings despair and vengeance.
Squalls from a cot stir the night,
Calls for dependence at mother's haste,
A youth wasted,
Bring misery and eternal regret.
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