Youth

By Tyler Majer

Oh how it feels to be young…

Young and full of promise

Young and ready to take on the world

Oh yippee!

The sarcasm drips down the side of the milking can

The cattle scream,

But it is not them being milked

But myself

Sucked dry

As the clock strokes another hour by, I contemplate the ‘what if’s

Something about being young and haunted by your failures,

While at the same time realizing the worst is yet to come

The worst, the worst, the worst

The shadow of death constantly perched on your shoulder whispering

A gargantuan gargoyle waiting for you to stumble

I am only 20, yet sometimes I feel that the time for me has passed

16

17

18

19

Struggling to get the right words to fit into the right places

We are all holding back our true potential

We are all caretakers of our destiny, right?

Caretaker, undertaker, caretaker, undertaker

Interchangeable

Somebody take care of me, before I split the last atom, and spill too much of myself into these words

Somebody hold me, before I burn myself on the embers of my hopes and dreams

Lets auction our lives to the highest bidder

Addiction, destruction, love, and happiness

The auctioneer is death

The one with the most money gets to decide

If we live or die, with whom, and for what

Nobility never wins

Integrity never wins

Profit is Death,

And god…

God is money

I have no inspiration

Spiraling inwards

Words fall slowly out of the side of my mouth

Like the drool that collects upon the side of my pillow

The pillow bruises the side of my neck as I sleep

I wake clutching a stranger’s frame

YOU WERE TOLD NOT TO LOOK

The dummy screeches

What’s done is done

Is there really a hope for us?

I am but a mediocre poet

That uses absurdity

To masque the fact that he has nothing new to say

To masque the fact that he doubts

Regrets

Drinks

Eats

Smokes

Sleeps

The pillow bruises the side of my neck

But I do not sleep

My eyes are filled with images

Of the dead, of the living, of the dead, of the living

Interchangeable

Somebody take care of me, before I split the last atom, and spill too much of myself into these words

Somebody hold me, before I burn myself on the embers of my hopes and dreams

These are not just my dreams

My best friend

My lowest acquaintance

We are all dead, but living

Given into a world that does not accept us

The dummy screeches

What’s done is done

Do not try to escape your lifeless body

Burn yourself quickly

Give up.