Childhood: A Poem

Our childhood is long lost in the middle of an unknown block,

The longing for innocence is no less than fishing in a pool

Surrounded with the sounds of silence and sorrows 

With nothing but the shouting of love from the depth of the heart

But, what is gone will never come back.

Fears of a child: BANG! Zeus throws his lightning spear, forcing fear

Crawling into a mothers bed, squeezing into a warm embrace.

Oh, how a child used to be innocent

A child so full of love and grace.

But no more am I that child, but a man corrupted by time and space.

The wonders of a child: CRASH! Children run downstairs

opening presents from santa, joy filling their eyes

A cold December morning turning into a day of memories

Oh, how I miss my childhood, so pure and thoughtless.

My past is dead but the soul inside of me has grown and moved on.

Curiosity of a child: Burning their fingers in the luring light of the fire,

Too unbearable to consist of the brightly lit glare

But still children perceive the world with awe

The innocence running out and climbing up the sense of reality

Reality takes over with no way to go back, just walking further away

Sadness can not describe my moment from this state to the next.

But, yet a sense of shock as the body has grown older.

Traveling constantly without a place to rest. 

Nature is too cruel to be

The cusp of adulthood and childhood is teetering towards one side.