- It happened quickly without warning or sound
Living this lifestyle I am now bound
- To live life as if it was an ice sculpture melting at the seems
Why do I face it when I can drown in my dreams in my sleep?
- Is it hope of redemption or greatness or sheer will
Is it yearning for happiness for my heart to be filled?
- What happened to the old me talkative and sweet?
When being around others was considered a treat
- Was it a hallucination, a trap or maybe a ruse?
Where did all the good times go, I’m so confused
- School and work and the occasional situation
From this stressed filled schedule I need a vacation
- But adult good times are coming but not for a while
I say “adult” because I’ve experienced the death of a child
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Author:
Ernie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Greetings my fellow poets i need a theme for the next poem comment what type you want next
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This poem is relatable. I've had to grow up quick. My parents believe in taking up the role of someone years older at a young age. So the childhood I had , though carefree, was very brief.
Thank you very much jester for the kind comments If you like this poem check out other poems by me and I’d like to tackle other themes do if youhave any recommendations let me know
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Have you written a poem with Time as a theme. Time is such a curious thing, I feel you could say a thousands words to describe it but you'd never have enough. I've also always found it quite amusing to write about.
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