EcdysisA Poem by Laz K."…but when I became a man, I put away childish things." (1 Corinthians 13:11)
Trinkets
and toys, Unconcerned
childish joys, Deep,
undisturbed sleep, Mother’s
love -- unfailing, deep, Hope, rooted
in ignorance, A must
for the weak: trust In Life,
in the goodness of man, In the
future, in the hope that For all
of us, there is a plan, and A path,
though tough and steep, But at
the end of which what Awaits
is restful peace and sleep.
Now, all
these fall away like the Dry branches
of a dead tree. What’s
left is a dull mirror, and Tired eyes
that look but can’t see. The magnet
of the world lost its hold, Its iron
fists corrode, passions Tire of
themselves, they too grow old. When
the time comes, The snakes
crawls out of his skin, What looks
like death is but a turning Of what’s
sick, damaged, and old, Into a radiant
serpent made of gold.
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