Impatient Child Poem by Herman Hoyte

He clings to the past
And rewrites experience
Struggling to understand
Struggling to grasp

He latches on to good
But longs for better
Ruins where he is
Self blinded for another

Verbally he surrenders
But his heart grows strong
Hardened and stubborn
Selfishly longs

He cries and moans
'Lost, cold, alone'
Drowning, bleeding,
No fault, but his own

Try to reach his hand
Lend an arm to help
He turns away
Blinding himself

So disparate for what he imagines
No amount of truth breaks the illusion
So fixed on his goals
Unhindered fantasy grows

His small pet, so 'needed'
So 'loved and respected'
He squeezes too tight
And must be rejected

And if left in his care
When the small bird tries to fly
He'll clutch it and jump
Wanting to soar, as they die