Young Volcanoes

Conflicted beyond measure

The things I see, the feelings I hear

The sights that speak to the innocent

Wounds swallow up the damaged

Poisoned youth recollect the bullet shells

Summertime sensations dry out the skin

Wintertime seeps into the burns and invests

Veins of ice, arteries of insolence take hold

The young become old and remnants

Of their true identities have no room to swell

Sons turn against the mothers they know

Devoted to finding what they already have

If they already have hate, can more be found

Not listening to heartbeats as shots ring loud

Bodies rise to the firmament in wars of rebel

I love her, but I struggle to understand her

I fear her, respect and honor forever

I am my own being, underneath protection

Forever until we pass, we are together

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