Back To His Prime
He did not want to be loved but wanted.
He becomes himself and runs to his
Mother, the warmth of her cotton dress and
The power of her love, the chime of father’s gun
He wishes he could fall back to that time
When they did not know him,
When he was a stranger to the world
And all of the forces around him.
A boy not yet prepared to grow old
But to fall back to the bliss of innocence.
Back to a time he ran in the rose gardens and
Was scratched by the thorns and he did not care
Who saw the tears falling from his eyes.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
