Youth

sometimes I wonder

if the thoughts even

cross her mind,

or if it’s simply a

one-sided game,

being played on a

one-way field,

where the only winner

is the one who doesn't

have a clue;

somewhere there

must be women

who feel the hunger,

laying it all on the line,

wanting everything,

taking all there is;

then crying out for more;

it was the incredible energy

of her amazing light,

burning strong and bright,

somewhere between

the dying embers of youth,

and blazing bonfire of maturity,

a raging fury,

creating a giant whirlpool,

drawing everything

into its downward spiral.

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