Immune to all troubles, when I was little
Nothing to worry about, but easy and brittle
Wanting to grow rapidly, so that I could fight,
Those who made my friends shiver with fright.
We always played with paper keel in a puddle freely,
We used to make sand castles then bust them easily.
We scuffled and then all forgotten next time,
We met like nothing happened, we were rhyme.
I still remembered when I slept anywhere but at home,
But found my self at solace when touched by mom.
Alas! those days are gone and I am no more a child,
Step into a world where I can't ignore, cannot hide.
I reminisce those days but now I am not immune to pain,
Ignorance was bliss, I don't like this consciousness, but in vain.
I cannot forget those days of my Childhood.
I want to live in that specific time if I could..!
YOU ARE READING
Catastrophe
PoesíaSolace and peace those words unknown to me, Chaos in my existence thoughts and mind, I portray them through my words, On the brink of losing myself, Held by a thread with sanity, I am falling toward this Catastrophe...! ¤ I have blended the amalgama...
