Tuesday, June 16, 2015

ADOLESCENCE

When life is charred
you call me Kierkegaard

When you are lost in a knot
you turn to T.S.Eliot

When you stall,cannot sit still
you fill yourself with Pascal

religiously faint you lean
partly on St. Augustine

When life makes no sense
there is even penance

amid a chance of heart crimes
in silent times of adolescence.


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