Behind Poem by Tyson Green

Why do you keep your tongue?

And cease the actions that once stung?

Have you grown powerless?

Have you been turned to such a mess?

Once you wanted the worst for me

And now here we sit drinking our cups of tea

You sit there and look at me with blank eyes

Will you not answer why you no longer want my demise?

'I feel your strength has gained numbers'

He gives his tea a stir

'I have tried, you have surely felt it'

'But it seems I am now.. weak against your grit'

'Maybe age, maybe God, maybe mind'

'Though whatever it is, it seems I have been left behind'

'You remember this has happened before and you feel I may come back for more'

'But I do not think this as truth'

'I have been left behind'

'Behind in your youth'

It really is such a different feeling

And I feel this may be true

So now as I shake your hand and smile at you

I thank you

For the person you helped shape me into