He sits there, precariously edging towards the abandonment
of his own mind.
Striving for the subjective rights, while attempting to
stray from the universal wrongs.
Looking back within his mind reveals a boy from the past
clinging on to the present.
All but beginning to question who he was, who he is, and who
he will become.
Luminescent bulbs flickering on and off as to say he isn’t
wholly safe here.
Not quite afraid of the change of scenery, but petrified of
the change of minds.
A faux pas between close friends leading to a fatal doubt
permeating from inside out.
Past times seeming like separate lifetimes, memories too
surreal to forget.
A pitiful union of heart and mind progressively worsening
while trudging onward.
Standing upon the foundation of a childlike mindset amidst
the ghastly horrors abound.
The ideals being pursued so convoluted, he questions what it
is he even seeks.
Longing notions of amour digging at his pride like tiny splinters
buried deep within the skin.
He talks about change as inevitable, his heart shuttering
incredulously at the thought.
Brutal contest between a child and a man leaves behind a
tattered and torn psyche.
The boy has claimed many victories in battle, the man
positioning himself to win the war.
The crippling weakness subsides as the terms of surrender
are delegated.
The man has won, but is still willing to give the boy one
last chance at redemption.
Coexistence is ideal, although accomplishing such a task
seeming a mere pipe dream.
Signing the mental treatise, the boy begins to vanish with a
look of grave disdain.
The reflection in the mirror no longer that of a boy, but a
man of confidence.
Moving out of the shadows, he is finally ready to take a
stand.
No more side steps to avoid conflict, his eyes reflecting
the change of heart.
Simultaneously breaking down the barriers while repairing
bridges burned.
Born anew, he walks to the doorstep of his blossoming hopes
of love once more.
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