My Growing Body Is A Horizon

“The only demon in my hell is poetry”

My growing body is a horizon

Of dawn and dusk.

Collectively– a teenager

Your faceless face

Reminds me of a time

When I was a kid

Happened to dehydrate

In a direction

So pale

Your wrong interpretation

On my right ideas

Calls me an impulsive youth

As I taste the rain

Shadowed my tears

I realize I’ve become poetry.

And in this venture, each time

I shed a tear on my bed

I realize

Some stories are better unsaid