I may have been the next Holden Caulfield
But life intervened in a charitable fashion
That’s not to say that I hadn’t been affected
By things I experienced, witnessed, or lived
Clearly, I’d be one of the first to fully admit
People let you down, though it’s uncertain
If each time it was intentionally motivated
I error on the side of caution, to believe not
If I am truly the product of my environment
Who is it by name, to fault, to seek recompense?
What would any of that gain me now, so late;
A dying flower will still wilt away, will it not?
Rather than become an imaginary inky character
I became the outcome of myself… in real life
Poet of the Light © 2022