Spring Blossom
05-25-2006, 04:33 AM
This is a poem I have written. I know it's not very good, but I'd like some feedback.
Lost Childhhod
I have been swept away
by the winds of time,
while the little girl I once was
is left behind.
With her are innocence,
ignorance and fun.
Part of me died at
the start of yeat eight.
Replaced by rejection,
uncertainty and hate.
Now more than ever,
I yearn to be young.
My childhood is almost gone
ripped from me by time's cruel hand.
Now the remnants slip through my fingers,
the last grains of sand.
The bitter-sweet taste of adulthood
on my tongue.
Lost Childhhod
I have been swept away
by the winds of time,
while the little girl I once was
is left behind.
With her are innocence,
ignorance and fun.
Part of me died at
the start of yeat eight.
Replaced by rejection,
uncertainty and hate.
Now more than ever,
I yearn to be young.
My childhood is almost gone
ripped from me by time's cruel hand.
Now the remnants slip through my fingers,
the last grains of sand.
The bitter-sweet taste of adulthood
on my tongue.