Bone of Youth
I feel stagnated like a pool,
A breeding ground for insects.
Over me something looms
And to it I can’t put any name
Except uncertainty.
And all I want is to tear this
Bone of youth from my body;
It itches incessantly under the skin,
It drives me mad at midnight
As I achingly wait for the dawn
But longingly cling to the night.
It screams, “Hurry, hurry!”
And tortures me for my delay.
But it’s because I’m still charting
A course that won’t crash.
It’s true,
I’ve grown weary of sideway shuffles,
Tired of backwards stumbles,
And I dream of forward steps.
But every time I try,
My foot hovers over the plunge
And I slip my blindfold on
To lose sight and wander away,
All the while that bone screams,
“Jump, jump!”
May Saint Jude protect me.
