Momentous Adolescence

romanticizing the problems
stunting the growth of our withered society,
join as one with the lost-causes,
whose swollen eyes
show the pain
hidden behind their insightful irises.

An unseen force brings them together;
differences become less distinct,
and the meek mice,
with their timid tip-toeing,
transform into the wild wolves
sauntering the streets,
darting paws against
the concrete.

The howls of the choir
pervade the quiet of the night
in a hymn to the malevolent moon,
begging for just one thing:
to never grow up.

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