Abstain From Growth ( Mar. 2, 2014)

Like a stricken match, I am enraged.

The protected seal, now the combustion that gives way to my internal flames.

For the lack of respect you behold is unfathomable,

And the arrogance in tone is staggering.

Such a wasted wisdom, lost in the years of the burnt.

Your age brings no reverence to your intelligence.

But yet a mere adolescent captured in a wilting embodiment.

Do you not see what you continue to diminish?

By omitting that of which your predominant years have obtained

You deplete any genuine understanding of sophistication.

You do not age with grace.

You do not age with propriety.

You simply age.

And that of which, my dear, is a real shame. 

Copyright © 2014 Ashlie Pfeifer