Hiding from the light .
My parents they schooled me to plan in advance .
To not live in the moment or leave things to chance.
They convinced me that life was a dangerous game,
And around every corner lurking sorrow and pain.
My childish innocence stolen away,
My sunshine exchanged for an ever cloudy day.
My hope extinguished and dreams chastised,
Rainbows replaced with brooding skies.
Belly full of anguish and fear and dismay,
These are my gifts I endure each day .
Intricately stitched deep in my soul ,
Nurtured by them , the hands of control .
- Author: Camille (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 19th, 2016 14:03
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 28
Comments3
Camille,
Thamks for your comment about my Lullaby.I like both the structure & your language.
Just remember these wise words by Thoreau:
"Things do not change; we change."
Great write
nice flow and serious rhyme.
good job Camille! ww
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