deals with my childhood |
Candy canes and Christmas bows, Pretty wrappers and frosty air, Trees littered with icicles and snow, No clear-cut paths to walk, No escaping the energy, the excitement, But within the glee a child watches. Face pressed against the window pane, Glass of fog, cold, and wet, Tears rolling down pale cheeks, Trembling lips, quivering limbs, Eyes pleading, begging for a savior, But youth betrays the child. Staring eyes filled with sorrow, A haunting ghost, a frozen illusion, No dying wishes, no happy giggles, A vision of condemnation, of withering dreams, Betrayed by youth, by age the child can't escape, Never to be a child, condemn to hell. Youth withering away, dying dreams and hopes, Wingless, clipped, feathered, unable to soar, Forever to be a child trapped, wounded, shattered, Never to truly know a child's giggle, a child's dream, Facing the raw nightmare of life, lost in the shadows, A timeless battle, lasting to the end of time. Betrayed by youth, by years unforetold, Should have been a baby somewhere else, In a different home, different place or time, But dreams come and go, life goes on, And in the end, betrayed by youth, With wisdom and age, a new future exists. No longer face pressed against the window pane, Watching, staring, pleading not to be left behind, No longer a child, no longer betrayed by youth, For age of wisdom, of knowledge, and experience Is my ward for survival, for existing within this world, No longer a betrayed by youth. |