as a freshening teenage boy
just shy of sixteen years
foisted from a battle-scarred home
into this supposed school of highness
he is already in retreat
from vitriolic violence
from love that has gone
from hormonal eruptions
from the Bullies Three
the ostracization of the ostrich
he builds his defences
hands upon hands upon hands
he pushes away, and keeps all
at arm’s length.
You are so gifted. So speak so clearly about so many. Thank you for being here and thank you for writing from your soul.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well now…don’t know what to say..except thank you.
LikeLike
What? I left you speechless????? hehehe
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is an excellent poem, and the painting reinforces the word images well enough to be a little disturbing in an artistic way.
LikeLiked by 1 person