For The Young

I hide in places you can find;
I do not like hiding there.
I’ve been taught how to cope
yet I feel still such despair. 

I know you have felt lost too.
I’m not sad to a degree unseen.
I just want to take my slate
wash the damn thing clean.

But some things stay the same
and there is a scar in spots.
God must want some things
remembered and some forgot.

I want to learn all the ways
to accomplish bliss in a kiss.
Yet there are places I find I
am hopeless to find any bliss.

The ocean is vast and cold
as the moon lights its shores.
My feet are numb mostly as I
run across floors I try ignore.

It is quite the sight to see
as I try and run so far away.
The things that you see are
different for me as is the day.

Spite, anger, hate and fear
all have me hiding close dear.
For they disturb my sanity
and make things so unclear.

This city reeks of prejudice as
I try and keep forever stern.
There are those young who I
find from whom I love learn.

My father’s father was wrong
here this place of lies reeks
of those who see tender hearts
as those of whom are weak.

The old will become older
as so do the young grow too;
but this earth is not just ours
it is our children’s truthes.

Leave I will my trail so that
if a person were to see me
they will see my mistakes so
they will not drown in my sea.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    Wow! So many emotions weaved into this poem. Poignantly and magnificently penned, Winchester. ❤

    Liked by 3 people

    1. J.Michael says:

      Thank you Kristian. I appreciate you my dear.

      Liked by 2 people

      1. kristianw84 says:

        I appreciate you too, Jared.

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