"Is this the end of my childhood?"
I wondered as my parents yelled, "You're a grown up, be responsible!"
It mostly evaporated from my coffee which got cold,
As I spent the night learning why isothermal reactions were irreversible.
"Is this the end of my childhood?"
I searched it everywhere, but it ran away
With the werewolves I once believed in long ago,
Just like the moonlit nights flee before the merry sun rays.
"Is this the end of my childhood?"
Did it rise, like smoke does from fire,
Or drown with the paper boats I 'rowed',
Or did it leave when chasing stars was no more a desire?
"Is this the end of my childhood?"
As I almost gave up, I heard a sound,
A little, soft voice, though by silence it was devoured,
Had, astonishingly, turned my thoughts around.
Scared, mocked, scolded, mortified,
It was still concealed within my heart,
It'd never left, it only crept
Under the walls of adulthood,
Gluing together the fragile shards.
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•Silent Screams•
PoetryWords that never left the lips, Phrases unheard by any soul but mine, Thoughts that lie on the ocean bed like sunken ships, Voices present nowhere but this strange mind. I scream internally, confessing my deeds, And none but my demons listen, Yet, o...
