Juvenile Fears

I have come to the age when
as I strain towards the closed doors of
this voyage which threatens to sink,
I desperately cling on to
the feathered remains of
a childhood long lost

I still remember the day when
I succeeded in transforming
a quote in the Bible to memory;
How delighted was I then,
to impress the giants who
had parked themselves beside me

I fear for the day when
I leave this roof over me,
to embark on my lonesome quest;
The shield round my heart will
be irreversibly shattered to
reveal its obscure naivety

I will crumble ineluctably when
the time comes for me to
be integrated into the flood;
I thrash fitfully in this dead sea,
get drawn under by those
too thirsty to lose out

I will be unrecognizable when
I finally reach the end of
this debilitate voyage;
having been disfigured by
the unending surges of
inexplicable power of higher order

I may turn my back on
the perfidious law of the Earth
when it is time for me to fall;
for I fear the conundrums that
will undoubtedly char the heart
of a childhood long lost

The Tyrant

Come down he has
-the tyrant of nighmares.
He curses and swears;
at budding brutes he stares.
Contemplating their potential,
ensnaring them little by little.
He's gotten excited
-he's foaming at the mouth.
"This one's an angry one!"

"That one's a dangerous one!"

"This one's manipulative!"
"That one's just plain scary!"

The children he adores
-those crawling on all fours.
When they grow up,
his heart turns to stone.
Ugly, ugly ducklings;
selfish, selfish souls.
He's gotten angry
-the tyrant with the devil's horns.
"You're grounded!"

They've gotten away
-run from the tyrant, far away.
Failed them he has,
the tyrant of nightmares.
At night he shivers
-tormented by dreams that sour.
Discovers he does
-the plight of the misunderstood.