The Trail Trails

What is your own pain?

Is it pain itself?

or its triggers?

My society is that of bountiful desires

and pinned expectations.

Pressure rests on the Young like a bomb,

veils their reasoning with societal blindness

captures hearts with fears

and breathes into existence with nothingness

"I will come back."

such blissful promise and hope

from the young lad.

Like a robust cloud,

we all waited and waited

but the august visitor cut him down

shattered hearts

and totality

on an innocent day.

Then the trail trails...

to

prick

another

young.