POETRY – RHYME


Teenage Teething:

The distractions of youth, are many and vast,
Swirling currents to a ship with no mast.
To sirens we do steer, it seems the right way,
In proof of our manhood, our fears to allay.

If release it does come, we escape with our scars,
Full of anger and hate, our barriers to the stars.
Through mists we do sail, to lights that attract,
Like moths to a flame, unwary travelers to enact.

The dance of maya, our senses to entice,
In heavy chains of passions, our delusions and vice.
In the flame of life, in pain we do burn,
By the fires of experience, thus we do learn.