victoria martinez


Growing Up - Poem by victoria martinez

Stench of rotted imagination
It’s a lovely decay
A golden sensation
.
A ritual with reservation
Adults don’t know what to say
Stench of rotted imagination
.
A once a life time mental separation
People losing metal play
A golden sensation
.
Coupled with moments of consignation
A feeling that we don’t want to stay
Stench of rotted imagination
.
A process that has expectation
For the process to finish is what we pray
A golden sensation
.
A time of reincarnation
When becoming an adult happens in a day
Stench of rotted imagination
A golden sensation


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 2, 2006



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