WHAT WAS I THEN?
I'm reposting this because it got posted in the wrong place; and those phillistines over there ain't into poetry. What was I then; long years ago, when I masqueraded as a boy, living in that adult land? That boy who bore within him the seeds of what I became? Rooted in his fertile soil I grew to what I am now; the man who was fathered by the boy; the boy who knew not what he was; never knew he that he gave life. His my life was so loveless that deep in shadow he stands, unable to speak to me of... Sign in to see full entry.