Youth. Poem by Matthew Leggett

Youth.

Rating: 5.0


This chiselled jaw conceals my wrinkles,
Inside I rot. Do they know their luck
That they can drink, smoke, f***,
Without a thought? Whilst I’m in peril,

Beneath my mask of youth. A pretty shell
For an ugly hermit, drowned by oceans
Of doubt. An alphabet of fears, notions
Of escape from an unavoidable hell.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tissa Calvert 25 August 2008

very good and heart felt and deep emotions too.

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