- The
Naked Roof of Youthfulness
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- Like
the foggy winter nights
- And
the ramp of stormy winter
- So
unclear my future is
- And
unsettle my self is
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- As
cold as snow storm
- As
heavy as ice storm
- Violently
my apprehension shivers
- Severely
the undeterminable assaults - me
-
- Among
the bare trunks of innocence - I hide
- Beneath
the naked roof of - youthfulness I
shelter
- With
no guide to lead my thoughts
- And
no compass to direct my path
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- Rage
my impassion
- In
this atmosphere of youth
- With
disturbance thoughts to be - destructive
-
- Eager
to be creative
- While
seeking to be notice
- Keep
on trying to find attention
- Which
every man has stolen
-
- The
knowledge they will not spare
- The
attention they cannot provide me
- Imprison
in their lonely abodes
- Lock
by greed and selfishness
- There
is no affection for courtesy
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- The
only thing is left
- Is
the frustration of my youth
- It’s
injuring my good faith
-
- The
anger of disappointment
- Is
wounding the glory
- Of
my envisioned days to come
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- Author :
- Francesca
Von Reinhaart