[Poem] My Backsliding Youth
My Backsliding Youth
By Gabriel Cruz
From the depths of my psyche
a suppressed memory broke
its chains and rose to the surface
I remembered my youth,
how I had always been one piece at peace
and full of quiet ambition
nothing dramatic
then
every shred of that security
in my innocent world had been stripped in a fraction of a second.
The night air had grown so cold
It gave my face an icy sting
Disheveled and crying,
Shaking out of control,
unable to curb the flow of tears,
streaming down my face
causing me to shudder
These thoughts of backsliding to my youth
I was not sure if what had occurred was reality
or at least a reality I was familiar with.
I opened my mouth to speak
to beg for mercy
to say anything
however, the words choked
all efforts to dislodge, futile.
I couldnt utter a single sound
as I felt something very cold across my throat
I was subject to this lethal surgery.
No matter what I did,
why did I feel or interpret as to deserve this grave punishment?
Unable to live with guilt
of consigning others to die with me?
My life now empty
with this wound which continues to suffer
A long agonizing death.
By Gabriel Cruz
From the depths of my psyche
a suppressed memory broke
its chains and rose to the surface
I remembered my youth,
how I had always been one piece at peace
and full of quiet ambition
nothing dramatic
then
every shred of that security
in my innocent world had been stripped in a fraction of a second.
The night air had grown so cold
It gave my face an icy sting
Disheveled and crying,
Shaking out of control,
unable to curb the flow of tears,
streaming down my face
causing me to shudder
These thoughts of backsliding to my youth
I was not sure if what had occurred was reality
or at least a reality I was familiar with.
I opened my mouth to speak
to beg for mercy
to say anything
however, the words choked
all efforts to dislodge, futile.
I couldnt utter a single sound
as I felt something very cold across my throat
I was subject to this lethal surgery.
No matter what I did,
why did I feel or interpret as to deserve this grave punishment?
Unable to live with guilt
of consigning others to die with me?
My life now empty
with this wound which continues to suffer
A long agonizing death.