Destroying a dream, execution of the soul, murderer of hope, damnation no parol
Conscience's embers burn hot within, self convicted of an unpardonable sin
The world never to be the same, with grown up rules you ended their game
No way to undo what is done, in the eyes of a child you put out the sun
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- Comment from author about the poem: Rated +18 so as to not pop any child's bubble
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He's gone back to bed for another year! lol.
So glad I didn't pop your bubble Orchi you read it before I remembered to put the +18 rating on it and I was so afraid I had committed the unpardonable sin. But all is well that ends well. Thanks for the read my friend. Yes Santa is sleeping.
Great stuff...it's very much like putting out the sun from a child's perspective!
Thanks so much Dominic I appreciate your read and understanding words of support.
You appreciate Santa more after the tree and decorations are taking down and the house looks bare.
Wonder if he's in the Bahamas with his feet up.
Thanks Paul for the read and comment it is sad that our children's happiness rests on dad's pocket book.
Your poem explores the loss of innocence and the harsh realities of adulthood, juxtaposing the hopeful imagination of childhood with the sobering experiences of life. It conveys a sense of despair and mourning for dreams that have been shattered.
Thank you Friendship for the review and interpretation it is true to break the dream of someone child or adult is the worst of crimes. Thank you my friend
What we tend to believe as innocent children. When we grow we know better. Great write
Thank you Shamrocker for your read and words of support and understanding it is most appreciated and valued.
Hard-hitting and unflinching. I like how you capture the weight of loss and guilt with no sugarcoating. The final line—‘you put out the sun’—lands like a punch. Raw, honest, and unforgettable.
Thank you so much Thomas your words mean a lot and are cherished.
As a child I once mixed up "Santa" and "Satan" because they have the same letters...I find as a child we get Santa and as adults we deal with Satan!
Thanks for the read and comment. It is most appreciated. That hardly sounds like a fair trade
Wow! Powerful, my friend! This confronts guilt and loss head-on. It’s stark, honest, and deeply unsettling in the way it needs to be. Well done!🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my friend for the review and words of support they are always most appreciated
And the moon is nowhere either🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks Cryptic and there goes romance.
Maybe he is a Sham. But the Easter Bunny...
Thanks for the read and comment it is most appreciated
I really like this poem. So strong in it's deceit.
Thank you Andrew for the read and comment it appears that you saw through its deceit
Grown up rules are no fun, poem is though!
Thanks so much William for your read and comment it truly means a lot
yes it is best not to destroy the illusion/delusion of a child...what matters is that the stocking is filled...
Thanks so much for the read and understanding comment it is deeply appreciated. As they say ignorance is bliss until one finds out.
yes it is - for sure
Very strong and emotional point.
Thank you so much Durdica for the read and words of support they are most appreciated
very deep emotional and topical, both from the point of view of poetic sense and philosophy
Thank you so much for the read and comment they are deeply appreciated and valued
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