Teenagers hang in their palace,
Big Macs and McFlurry highs.
Golden
arch towers. glow across eyes.
Like a youthful rite of passage.
We all did this. our first escapes
from childood to adultness.
But when did this
become so different?
Back then we were loud,
but we kept ourselves
to our own little crowds.
We didn't prowl around
like we were there to terrorise.
We didn't try to insill
fear into other people's lives.
We were just
the background scenery,
not the main stars in
some unfinished balladry.
We were background
images painted
across the stage of life.
Not the fallen lives,
cut down by flick knives
in some long forgotten
Shakespearean tragedy.
All we wanted
was to have fun.
Find others to share it with.
Explore the gifts,
a world of glass fronted lifts,
searching those marble tiles
for a stolen kiss
and a moment of bliss.
The most pain we would feel...
The shame of losing a game
of laser quest, or the teenage heartbreak
when unrequited eyes don't connect.
Our weapons of choice,
straws from McDonald’s.
Plenty of chewed up paper.
That we fired upon each other
in moments of boredom.
Never anything heavier,
never anything that would
make blood run. Never anything
that would cause tears for anyone.
What happened to
the innocence of youth?
Where did it get lost?
And can it be found again?
When did we become
so territorial, so angry, so nasty?
Was it maybe when they
started to tell us
that everyone was enemy?
Was it when they started
to take our futures away?
Or was it
when they closed down
our places to explore imagination and play?
Thanks for reading
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"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
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continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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