Childhood!
A tender stage
Where the body knows no pain
Filled with many fallacy
Wish I could go back to this page of my life
Where all I know is inner peace
Playing is my number one priority
Loving was an undefined concept
Friends were real
But now my eyes are swollen
Filled with water and bruised
My body is feeble
Like the feeblest egg shell
YOU ARE READING
The memory of a lost child
PoetryThe journey of a child through nature ,tragedy that comes with love and the struggle for inner peace.
