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  • Writer's pictureWick Fields
    • Apr 15, 2018
    • 1 min read

My Youth Now

by Wick Fields


There are things I cannot speak of

Things regarding my youth

And the friends I knew then

And what happened to those friends

In the years that were not my youth.

I want so very much to tell you

That they steered themselves clear

Of shipwreck, or at least

Made peace with the authority of tides.

But this I cannot say

Because our futures then were written

Not by the explosion of life we felt

But by the chemicals in our brains

That couldn't defend us from

The coming of what comes.

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