Misplaced Childhood

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; Perhaps I have grown; a man, become. Leaving innocence to groan in defeat. 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.