POETRY: The Third Decade

By Oliver Portillo | BA English, Stage 2

I look back at him, swarmed in tragedy.

Is he a different person now, aged twenty?

 

This is the third decade, I’ve managed two.

Who am I and what have I done here?

 

My life is flicking by in shades of blue, black and white

Can this frozen heart flutter with its ancient fire?

 

A vivid kind of ecstasy bewilders me at this age,

Am I the only one who wants to pause but not restart?

 

At thirteen, a wickedness hung in the air like a mourning,

Do I know when the black storm ceased its roaring?

 

Yes, I left it in the second; when I turned seventeen.

Who was I to have all that heart, and not enough reason?

 

This is the third decade, all is majestic here.

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