LIFE CYCLES

RAINSTORMS

THE PASTOR’S VOICE ON THE RADIO

HAS NEVER CHANGED.

NOT ONCE IN THIRTY YEARS

WE SIMPLY JUST GREW UP.

 

IT IS OUR TURN

TO REPEAT OUR PARENTS’ MISTAKES

AND STEAM IN THE

HOTBLOOD

OF OUR YOUTH.

 

THE FERRIS WHEEL ROTATES

REACHING INTO THE SKY

ONLY TO STOP AT THE EARTH

SO WE CAN CLIMB OUT

AFTER SEEING HEAVEN.

 

WE WILL GROW

WITH REGRETS

OF HOW WE THREW CHANCES AWAY

IN THE NAME OF LOVE.

 

ALL THIS WHILE

THE PASTOR’S VOICE ON THE RADIO

HAS NEVER CHANGED.

NOT ONCE IN THIRTY YEARS

IT RAINS

 

A VIOLENT RUCKUS

BLACKS OUT THE PRESENT

IN THE GLOW OF A LAMP

WE SLEEP WITHOUT.

 

THIS WORLD KEEPS CHANGING

ONLY BECAUSE WE ARE GROWING INTO IT

IT IS OUR TURN

TO REPEAT OUR PARENTS’ MISTAKES.

NOTHING HAS CHANGED.

 

RAINSTORMS

A VIOLENT RUCKUS

HOT BLOOD

IN THE NAME OF LOVE

THE PASTOR’S VOICE HAS NEVER CHANGED.

 

_SENA_FROST ‘17

 

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3 thoughts on “LIFE CYCLES

  1. I really like this but I’m feeling too lazy to fully comment.

    My favourite part is the last stanza. I believe a lot more can be done with that—I don’t know what really, but more or less a summarisation technique just to draw the reader’s attention to key things a in scribbling of a write-up of a poem.

    It makes me wonder what “why” you wrote it that way; and what must have consciously or unconsciously inspired it.

    Why did you write this in upper case only? — this is the second work I’ve seen you write this way in some few days.

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