Too Late An Epiphany
A poem by Bach Le

Too Late An Epiphany

One’s childhood is marred with
shameful things they didn’t think that way then.
Munch mondays with profanity,
The rest with gore and sore.
Have you envisaged?
Childish. Why plethora?
Have you turned to the incognito tab,
The amorous backdoor where search terms are flambéd?
Lifted the kid’s façade,
Amygdala fingertip-tracing?
Sacrosanct. Why control?

The tides of disunion will eventually return,
Repay borrowed teenage pieces of docility.
Others drift out of shore, of their origin
To unrecognition.

Bright stars bear not the soliloquies among the void,
Dive somewhere down the streams, spotlighting almost-somethings:
Two hands here, two-piece there,
Un-syzygy.

Heaven-gazing-mind-contemplating,
Craving for pragmatism, for a replay.
When I think again, probably she’s been aware
Of ignorance.

About the Author:

Bach Le is currently living and studying in Hanoi, Vietnam. Previously, his poems have previously been in Synchronized Chaos, Haikuniverse, and more. Through poetry, Bach hopes to give voice to different issues in society, as well as showing his attitudes towards life with its various dimensions.

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