Personal Vicissitudes Pronounced Irrepressible Self Loathing Part I

Ever since mine boyhood I experienced abhorrence toward yours truly, an extremely introverted kid, whose parents nor siblings (one younger and older sister) could not arouse him out of his emotional torpor akin being on par with Peter Peter pumpkin eater... whereby he (meaning author who wrote this poem) kept himself isolated, quarantined, and xed out within self made shell. Me mum mollycoddled her only son bathed him in maternal love omnipotent motherliness figuratively guillotined (unwittingly) healthy maturation, thus development sabotaged courtesy figurative apron strings. No matter his filial relationship woeful (to thee woman who birthed him), he registered sentimental value regarding keepsakes bequeathed, he still keeps cherished mementoes redolent when she lived. Call him a mama's happy go lucky boy whose later ambivalent feelings tarnished, undermined and vitiated short lived tender loving care, which brief vouchsafed cocooned wellbeing regarding idyllic rapport between parents, got staind, suppurated, sundered, sullied... in later years by incrimination against being gainfully unemployed. February twenty eighth ninety sixty eight marked a tectonic seismic shift as moving vans transported our household freight to (at that time) R(ural) D(elivery) 2, Level Road Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426, a ramshackle (summer) mansion named Glen Elm plus whittled down fraction of original Hundred Acre plus wood. Relocation with Lower Providence School District, approximately half dozen mile distance between former and latter home(s), nevertheless psyche of mine property of extremely introverted kid severely hi-jacked.