See him, the Poet Young, suffer in the darkness of his heart,
Waiting silently for the moment life will grant him the warm smile,
That fate took from him, while keeping him and his own apart,
Hoping for an end to the storm raging in him for so long a while...
Feel in his words the strain in his soul, colder from the wait,
Seeing himself in light faded and the same broken idea,
Throwing at him but little bits to keep him interested, mere bait,
Losing himself in the notions of what maybe life might be.
Few have gotten the real deal from the Poet Young in time,
But in spite his word and bitterness, shines a golden heart,
We may have been granted from him at times lemon and lime,
But the clever mind of a Poet Young hid beneath his cloak from the start.
Is it not fate that shapes us so, when we fall, she kicks us down,
With all she can give, she tests us and breaks our heart in pieces,
Yet through this, he stood up and moved on, to dark and bright places,
Behold, people, amongst us, once again the Poet Young is in town!
Welcome back mate!!!!
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