Lost Childhood

Sometimes, I mourn

The passing of childhood innocence

It was a much simpler time,

Free from pain,

Rife with wonder and vibrant life

A time when all I did was dream,

Imagining grand castles,

The endings to fairytales

Everything was so easy,

Filled with glistening magic

With the passage of time,

That viewpoint withered away

Along with it,

Vanished the precious glow

Of a sacred childhood, well known

It all disappeared, one day

Leaving everything in disarray

No more daydreaming,

No more fable weaving

No more magic

In the cold, cruel world

Without childhood