YARROW FLOWER BOARDS
I served! - Because it was fitting, and because my unfolding and unpolished mind prompted me to do so, and forced the lonely ivory altars of school desks! But how much! I was so helpless, and quite an outcast, that when help came, for days, I could only keep silent, frightened and stubbornly defiant, because I knew so little of the trickery of others!
To hope with bulls'-eyes that someone would come to my aid! - Jonah, the great raging giant fish - the cathedral of science, a prison within itself: this greedy beast, demanding with requirements: they put everything on the forbidden list like a vile rubbish heap, and made me believe many beautiful idyllic dreams, and with merit marks the insidious and judging eyes of men humiliated me until only humane human beings from the mud flats could offer me selfless helping hands!
I went faithfully, like a dromedary bear, to the end of the line, with my lonely companions, and could not escape the pits of the linguistic rigours of the infidel Thomas! I wooed for mushroom eyes: which only I could value as priceless, precious. Above me, fierce adjuncts and associate professors eagerly sawed away the yew-flower-boards of my career, and yet, sickly, I showered from my hands a general assault of a sea of compliments
In wars of heart-throbs - and with obedient forbearance I surrendered to saleable men of interest, and I deviated! - Suddenly my youth became my pitiful coffin: insidious answers played upon my foolishly exploitable conscience!
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At once a poem of self-knowledge, and at the same time a poem of the inner soul
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Written on December 11, 2022
Submitted by oasev on December 11, 2022
Modified on March 23, 2023
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