The Boy In the Red Vest by: Paul Cezanne
Baring the brunt of your vicarious expectations
Adolescent dreams warp as late Autumn leaves
Come winter, a barren heart resolves to indifference
Must age nullify whimsy?
Must I too succumb
To the drudgery of a life merely tolerated?
Arrogance composes thee father,
A man is not man whose ambitions trample
Those who by hierarchy fall beneath
A man in not a man
Whose confidence depends upon appellation
A plague this name on a ravaged peasantry!
A plague this name on my moral integrity!
A dirty womb does not define me
I will not embellish this savage mantel
Disown me if you must!
You are the North
The sylph in ether formed
Beyond my words
Beyond the reach of my hands
You drift, a gossamer cloud
On the verge of tempest
A pagan spirit
Yielding only to ardor
I am way too young
To survive your inferno
Way too mild to tame
Your nomadic heart
And even if I possessed
Such an unconquerable will
As to contain yours
I am content to let you
Wander as moonlight
Over the avenues
Of a transient flesh
I hope it’s okay I chose to do a few short ones this image inspired me haha
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