Sometimes
today, yesterday, tomorrow. Sometime, I
have to admit inside I’m still a child.
The world goes on unaware.
Pain, I hide as an adult, inside.
As a child, eyes open wide,
filled with tears. I sigh.
I feel as though the child inside,
has died. Killed by the adult
I’m forced to be, wishing to
be the child, hidden inside of me.
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3 comments:
Girl!!! I could only give you hugs!
Having been through similar stuff, I can identify with what you write.
But you know what? that inner child in you might not have died.. If she had died, you wouldn't be writing this. she's still there, looking to escape, to be free. How do I know? Well, I wrote a similar poem - way too similar 3-4 months ago.. you almost took the words out of mine.. And I am halfway there, on my way to finding her back.
It's never too late to go looking for that child in you. I hope you find her.
same anon.
Thank You Kay.
so true, while looking at children I often think that how much I miss my childhood, those innocent days which will never return but the fond memories of which will remain with me..FOREVER!!!
I am quite impressed by ur poems..keep writing
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