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Metamorphous

April 26, 2017
By Skunshine BRONZE, Clarence Creek, Ontario
Skunshine BRONZE, Clarence Creek, Ontario
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Lost all our graces 

Falling from a treehouse built in the summer  

Taken away and killed, reborn a newcomer  

Tossed in all these faces  

Trying to find traces  

Rude awakening from a disoriented slumber  

Down the next pill, another, another  

Tie our laces, the end is tasteless.   

 

Painful knowledge achieved through painful mistakes  

Another one down, another one to come 

Unable to find excellence, an infinite struggle  

Another broken bone, another body ache 

A burden to love, a reason to run  

The end creeping up, waiting to crumble


The author's comments:

This poem is about growth and how reality is ruthless and scary. Again, existence is on my mind. As a child, life is good and easy. It's so good and easy, we don’t even realize it. But as we grow into adolescence, and teenagers become adults, we recognize the reality of our life.  

 

"Falling from a treehouse built in the summer"  

 

This is a symbol for the painful realization of adulthood. The realization that we will die, that we will live a long and painfilled life before leaving it all behind. It is inevitable, like falling, we cannot stop ourselves from hitting the ground.

I speak on how our childhood is ripped away once we become an adult.  

"Taken away and killed, reborn a newcomer" 

I speak on my struggle with insignificance while moving into a new part of your life,  

"Tossed in all these faces" 

I speak on the need to escape reality,  

"Down the next pill, another, another"  

I speak on how we are living life only to prepare for death,  

"Tie our laces, the end is tasteless" 

I speak on the process of growth and this realization,  

"Painful knowledge achieved through painful mistakes"  

and how this cycle never ends,  

"Another one down, another one to come"  

I finish the poem off with one's final moments in their life,  

"Another broken bone, another body ache"  

and how this pain often causes people to abandon you,  

"A burden to love, a reason to run".  

          I called this poem "Metamorphous" because it is a natural transformation that many people go through. Although I am only a high school student, I have a very intricate perspective. I see these things happening. I have loved one's going through this. I struggle with these ideas as well.


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