A MORE VISCERAL WORLD

I used to be seventeen.

I used to be waterworks.

I used to think everything

In this damn world was

An evil hoax.

I used to like songs that

They didn't play on the radio.

I used to think I was not

Like other kids so I

Kept it low.

I was Ptolemy, and everything

Must've revolved around me.

Sun and moon, Venus,

Even Uranus,

Even Mercury.

But I was also Atlas,

The cosmos upon my collar.

Everyone was happy and

Normal and I was

The miserable irregular.

But all these faded memories

Of a more visceral world

Are just relics

Are just antiques

Archaic and gnarled.

I used to be seventeen,

I used to be waterworks.

Now I'm older, steelier.

Hopefully won't quiver

When the road of life forks.

1: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/yf5n6m/the_last_poem/iu4b6j6?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3

2: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/yfmabj/our_memories/iu4czjl?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3