Naive

self frustration

Stark hollow by loss,
Conjunct with love unreturned.
Static frustration by desire to hear.
Ignorance by inexperience,
a reminder of my youths
restricting betrayal.
My age means nil
when experience is lacked.
This is what defines us
what ages us
or keeps us youthful.
Restless longing to break
naivety, a blocking barricade.
To glimpse at understanding.
I listen, to my extent.
Is this a bitter sweet?
Is this bliss?
Bliss by ignorance?