Where did my life go?
Like a scatter of light, my childhood has flowed
away, and never slowed.
My memories feel like a puppet show,
repeated over and over until the former joy is thrown
away. The dominos
in my mind are tumbling, they crash and never stop crashing, only leaving room for afterglow.
No more joy, no more childhood, no more glow.
Where did my childhood go?
Oh
what I would give for that scatter of light to come back, and submerge me in its idyllic glow.