dougal

OK since everyone is putting poetry in there journals here is one I liked from a few years ago.


I used to be a child
My laughter always on the edge of my lips
My eyes wide with curiosity
My skin tingling with the new sensations
I used to be happy with myself
Able to justify my actions with whim
I was ready to ride the wind
Exploring the world around me as I conquered
Innocence was bliss
And happiness was never a question
I used to be a child
And suddenly the summers faded into winter
The chill of reality made me cold
So I wrapped myself up in a blanket
A cover of cynacism and doubt
The world that I had conquerded now confused me
Things had changed
My laughter seemed to retreat behind the sounds of my anger
My eyes shut tightly, keeping out the harshness of this world
I feared the world as I existed in it
Innocence was lost
And happiness was an illusion
I used to be a child
I was never afraid
Now I am grown up
And it scares me to death

Deacon