Musings from My Younger Self | Troubled

Altered Rose-1Warning: Today’s poem is not so bright and cheerful, but I’m sharing it because it demonstrates the range of topics of the poetry of my youth.

Troubled
Chandra Lynn (Age: 15)

Troubled,
the man killed himself–
not physically.
He stopped living.
He fell out of love with himself.
He fell out of love with life.
No one understood him.
No one cared.

He lived in seclusion,
a place of total isolation
and that is where he died.

No one knows the world he lives in
or how to bring him back.
Those who know him–
They know not what to do.
All they want to do is see him,
hear him,
touch him,
love him.

This poem is a little scary for me. I had planned to post it some time ago, but put it on hold because it felt so dark. But, now it feels “prophetic.” Even though I wrote it many, many, many moons ago, I have a beloved mentor who is in a similar situation. He abruptly and inexplicably cut himself off from all who know and love him. All attempts to draw him out have failed. Considering the “life of the party” he usually is–both socially and intellectually–it is painful to imagine him in this state. Prayers, please.

13 thoughts on “Musings from My Younger Self | Troubled

  1. Daedalus Lex says:

    Positive thoughts for your mentor. There is certainly a place for dark poetry (catharsis, reflection), but no one wants to see that pain in real life. Oddly, I was reading a Pablo Neruda poem today in which he laments all the little virtual deaths and half-hearted resurrections we go through as we struggle along (“todas las falsas muertes y las resurrecciones”). Your mentor is lucky to have you shining a little light toward his darkness.

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