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"Coming of Age"

"Sucede que me canso de ser hombre"

-Neruda

It happens that I find myself torn by the immensity of life.

It happens that I weep and howl at the oceans horizon begging the sun to adopt me from the earth

so that I too, can lose sight of the bloody clinics, 

 empty schools raped with graffiti, and the cathedrals filled with the soggy prayers of weeping mothers and the insomnious midnight saints.

As I stand there knowing yet never really knowing if I will ever

caress a celestial body 

or hold the moon's hand

I sink deeper and deeper within vaults of uncertainty

where I guard with red envy my stores of

ponderings and frustrations.

The rough pelt of a man, covered in scars, weighs itself down on a body

without faith, without guidance.

As the long silver winter stretches out across the fields of golden summer 

to grasp out for what once belonged to a child.

Only Time will sing me soft lullabies now.

Only Night will kiss my weary eyes to sleep.

Only Solitude will greet me when I wake.

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Written by RBGomez
"Coming of Age"
"Sucede que me canso de ser hombre"
-Neruda

It happens that I find myself torn by the immensity of life.

It happens that I weep and howl at the oceans horizon begging the sun to adopt me from the earth
so that I too, can lose sight of the bloody clinics, 
 empty schools raped with graffiti, and the cathedrals filled with the soggy prayers of weeping mothers and the insomnious midnight saints.

As I stand there knowing yet never really knowing if I will ever
caress a celestial body 
or hold the moon's hand
I sink deeper and deeper within vaults of uncertainty
where I guard with red envy my stores of
ponderings and frustrations.

The rough pelt of a man, covered in scars, weighs itself down on a body
without faith, without guidance.
As the long silver winter stretches out across the fields of golden summer 
to grasp out for what once belonged to a child.

Only Time will sing me soft lullabies now.

Only Night will kiss my weary eyes to sleep.

Only Solitude will greet me when I wake.
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