In my youthful times of wonder I often held myself back from curiosity By resisting my bold an daring qualities And slowly testing the waters with my big toe. With time I lost my resistence I once possessed and held so dearly As a young blossom Aging into an apple, mangled by locusts Tucked under a protective branch So no sun could see me. It did not keep me far from The parasite's bite, decaying fruit Which was once so young and flowery Now, beaten down by broken heart's despiar Left for dead in the shadows.
nice job - 'specially that 1st stanza - and, mate, you're only 18?! Don't give up on your apple so soon... it ain't ready to eat. Some apple farmer will come and trim the branches, you'll get the light, no worries.
Apples and tomatos... I like apples alone, tomatos on salads. And I liked the poem. The last stanza was a little dark but timed pretty well. Came accross very strong.
Loved this, BFH! You worked a wonderful flow... the first stanza introduced this well, the second (my favorite, btw) really kicked it up and there was some great language here, and the last stanza took it to a great dark close. Thumbs up from me, thanks for sharing this...
