"Times come and go,
Leaves fall,
Then regrow.
But here you stay
Trapped in my grasp
trying to pull away."
I do not embrace the message,
Said by the shimmering boy,
Wicked, beastly and aggressive.
"Leave me now,
I've heard enough,
Boy with countenance fowl.
Tears rushing, hands grasp
"Get out now!"
I muster out with rasp.
Blunt the force imparted
Shards race to the floor
Tears subside, still heavy hearted.
A gentle voice now passes by,
And the quiet of my mind,
Bring forth a much needed sigh.
For while seasons come and go,
Earth turns,
And children are born and grow.
No matter how hard now and then
You must hold on tight,
And hold up your chin.
