Baby Teeth

 

How boldly the bombastic youth,

expounds on life and death,

not after some objective truth,

just trying to impress.

 

That unappealing middle ground,

is weakness in his eyes,

extremes are where fun is found,

so keep your compromise.

 

He’s better and he won’t defend,

mistakes his parents made,

“There’s nothing else and death’s the end!”,

he stabs and twists the blade.

 

But forty years of loss and pain,

wore down the tiger’s teeth,

life scratched the surface of his brain,

and forced him underneath.

 

His safety net and comforts gone,

and now the end in sight,

he wishes he could tell his mum,

that maybe she was right.

 

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