A poem a week for a year. |
| End of Innocence Lost now and gone forever, childhood is our Eden, slipped from careless fingers when reaching in desire for knowledge. Sweet memory stands at the gate, presenting slivers of nostalgia, wrapped like gifts in coloured paper, our dreams of yesteryear. Yet the way is barred, return forbidden, our feet locked into step as we follow the path we laid with choices. We cannot unlearn what we know. A new day dawns with hope, Light floods the bare horizon and darkness flees the skies. Oblivion may be rebirth. Line count: 16 Free verse For Promptly Poetry, Week 52! Prompt: Write a poem about something that has ended. |