The child

Carmine Branco

I recall a happy child 

that believed in magic

and fantasy. 

A child so lonely 

and so naive to believe 

that eternal was his destiny. 

He felt the magic of myths

and dreams, of ancient legends

of kings and queens. 

He spoke to the rivers

and laughed with the streams,

he sang with the wind

and cried with the trees. 

He adored the mountains 

and swam with the sky, 

He slept on the grass

and he never asked why. 

He woke up one day 

and gazed on the sand. 

He was drowning in the ocean 

and couldn't see a helpful hand. 

As he went under twice

and was about to make three, 

he cried to the heavens, 

hoping to be freed. 

He looked all around, 

as life was giving way,

shutting his eyes, 

he started to pray. 

My Lord, have I

fallen in such a way, 

to have deserved 

such punishment be cast

on to me,  like this,  today?  

Behold, my God, 

I am a child forever 

in your eyes;

You are forever a Father 

throughout eternity!

Don't look at the man

who has betrayed thee, 

but only an offspring 

of a broken humanity.

  • Author: Carmine Branco (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 9th, 2017 15:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: Flash backs of a broken life.
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  • Laura🌻

    This is a joyful and sad read!
    As children,
    we believe in magic.
    All is beautiful.
    All is wonderful!
    ...and then we grow up!
    Too many forces...
    too many temptations...
    too many influences
    we’re not strong enough
    to reject! Your write
    is so relatable to my son!
    It makes me cry and remind
    me of the inferno he’s living!

    • Carmine Branco

      I am truly sorry about your pain. You are in my heart and prayers. Life is a very hard reality and coping for us fragile children of man can, at times, become very overwhelming. God bless you. Here if you need to talk.

      • Laura🌻

        Thank you!

      • Carmine Branco


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