Black Pen
Charcoal in the snow
Stains of self-infliction
Ink from out the quill
Transcribing contradiction
Pooling where I left her,
Draining of conviction
Emotions must be overlooked
To practice such restriction
We are the Shepard’s of taboo
Where white is black and black is blue
Fabrication of the truth
Cannot conceal the love of youth
Genevieve:
I think this is masterfully written. It spoke volumes to me about the feelings one experiences seeking everlasting youth.
I hope I'm interpreting the meaning of your work clearly. Youth has
no bounds, no restrictions. It is what it is. Each of us have the opportunity to experience youth and then it leaves - never to return.
Nothing any of us can do will bring it back.
Look forward to reading your other works.
Prosopopoeia