Words of a typical teenager

He was slowly melting like a snowman in late march,

losing himself piece by piece like the melting glaciers up north.

It came as global warming, sudden and progressive, 

for there was crossroads clear of a better tomorrow, but he didn’t moved at all.

It was a fade like no other, like fog clearing out after a humid day,

for it blinded his eyes, clouded his judgement, tied his very being.

The cool breeze of a cold winter coming brushed his neck,

in the early October afternoon , as it started to occur. Slowly, but surely.

The meteorologist started to fail it’s daily predictions, as

the usual sunlight started to shine half as bright, as if it’s light was fading.

He started to wonder when did the puddle occur, for she created

a river that was slowly growing into an ocean as big as the hole in his soul.

That ocean grew stronger with each passing day, for it’s waves 

of distance only threw him farther, making her fade into the vivid bright sky

where the sun used to shine so high.

He grew hopeless that he would see the beautiful sky the same,

as he struggled to see land while he floated, floated on his riptide of broken 

promises. 

Words lost meaning for him, as they never seemed the same, 

for they all could be as sugar-coated as a sugar cookie for a ignorant child.

When he dreamed all he dreamed was of the amazing heat,

in the mild August air with the best feeling in the world, pure bliss.

When he woke all that was there was the ashes of a past fire,

that once burned bright to keep someone warm.

He held the ashes in his hands, clenching his fists,

wondering why does a fire have to burn only to one day end up as ashes.

He opened his hands, holding the ashes ever-so dearly, letting