It was morning
and I found myself mourning,
for the child who'd disapeared.
In this court of illusions
I got caught in the madness;
my fatal flaw.
Now wrapped in sadness,
caressing the floor,
anonymity the honored guest.
Perhaps I should have guessed this outcome;
I have grown; a man, become.
Leaving innocence to groan
Tears, like dew, upon the glass
slip into memory; payment due, now paid.
This clew of life, unravelled,
with no clue of beginning or end.
I knew this death approached;
treated it as a new challenge to overcome.
Now I know;
No bravado can save me,
to late to write the rites to right my wrongs.
I abandon my childhood in graveyards of yesterday.
Shut away those screams.