Leaving Childhood Poem by james watkin
Leaving Childhood
Its that crisis point in life
Conflictive, on the ear.
For what bleats tame will now leapt wild
World-angered; world-maimed!
Sunned naive, never to be reclaimed
What's happy-valley clear.
Screaming, screeching teenage boy, girl.
Pit-dropped; self harm's. Who'd wish?
With an unfathomable reason
As deep their despair is.
Thought-shadowed, deranged as this
But of what's warped, fiendish?
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