On today of all days, I want to go back
I want to be a kid again
With no awareness of the world
The fleeting nature of time
The matters of the heart that concern adults
I was to be a kid again
Running around Henderson Park
With my imagination telling me a small opening in a tree made it a little house for me to live in
Where everything is magical and never ends
A life where I come home and play with my toys until the day is done
With no knowledge of the internet or a phone
Where I watch movies for the hundredth time
Or re runs of Thomas and Rugrats until my mother tells me it's time for bed
A sliver of let me do it all over again
A glimmer of help me forget
A sheen of undo all the pain, the hurt, the sadness
Take me back to a time when it wasn't a flicker in my eye
It wasn't real
None of it was
And I could do it all differently
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
