A Poem About A Poem

On "Acts of Youth," by John Wiener

I'm young and I find myself
In a sea-storm of dense thick oil.
Where waves of questions
And despair are enjambed,
The more I struggle, the more I drown.

The storm begins to settle once you speak of
Peace.
I walk forward and look back
To the storm I faced when I was young.

And I hang on to the rock of hope,
To the possibility that God may be just,
That karma might be one of age's side effects.

After losing God, I've found him,
Because I have no other choice.

Turn on the light and repress the night's darkness.
Watch how the air dissolves despair like if it was smoke.
Give me shorter sentences so I can rest.

Because I've grown old of despair
I'm willing to accept the world's formula.
I believe in God again ,
Because I have no other choice.
I learn to live at peace in a place
"Where the great animals are caged."
Where the mightiest of beasts are now impotent
And like me, have accepted to give up free will.
A place I would've never entered in my youth.
"A bride to the burden,"
I have accepted to be a servant.

"For that is what we are made for"
Until old age is replaced by death.
Only then, will we "rise again" as
Divine Beings,
"Worshipped in the pitches of the night."