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Scott Young Poem
We keep our hearts locked away in cages
deep down, away from the light
We keep them caged like wild animals,
not to be trusted in the presence of others
But like wild animals
we cannot keep our hearts subdued,
they cannot be tamed.
It takes only one person
to open the gates.
In one simple moment, we drop our guard
and our hearts break free.
Truly terrifying is the fact,
That people don’t understand wild animals
and fear what they don’t understand.
Copyright © Scott Young | Year Posted 2015
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Humans are such weird creatures.
We crave things so desperately,
and even sacrifice necessities to obtain these things.
Yet in a twist of terribly tragic irony,
once it is in our clumsy grips
it loses all value.
It ceases to matter to our fickle selves.
You stray from the side of loyal companions.
Trade diamonds for Fool's Gold.
A lover who doesn't betray you,
you now betray.
It surely must be entertaining for all those above to watch.
But to us it stings, dripping with treacherous venom
Until it is our turn,
to do the same thing that cut us so deep
to another innocent soul.
Just to ease our own pain.
Oh, how truly strange creatures we all are...
Copyright © Scott Young | Year Posted 2015
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Scott Young Poem
We are living in a generation of people,
that are great at starting fires
but horrible at keeping them alive.
People who find it so easy
to awaken something so raw and powerful
only to let it burn out mere moments later.
I, along with countless others, would rather,
be consumed entirely by the warm flame of an embrace
than be left cold and lonely with an empty pit.
Yet the other half doesn’t truly understand
just how delicate a smoldering heart is.
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Scott Young Poem
I don’t know what scares me more:
That there exists monsters in our world,
or the fact that monsters are not simply born.
You may question how this is possible
Yet at its core, there is truth to what I say.
For monsters are created and formed,
by forces so terribly sad and awfully tragic.
So do not fear the monster under your bed.
Understand the beast’s wretched sorrow.
And instead fear the horrible pain it endures.
Copyright © Scott Young | Year Posted 2015
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