That Little Boy I Once Knew

2bpositive By 2bpositive, 18th Feb 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/27bwkwkp/
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Time is a luxury not all can afford. Quite the opposite. It can, with time, be your worst nightmare. Beyond your reach. Beyond your control. Only as it increasingly slips away, will you begin to realize just how valuable and irreplaceable is your loss.

Time, Love and Innocence

That little boy I once knew, he was so young, innocent in years
always with a faint smile on his face, but I perceived his fears
the world engulfed him, he had only been waiting for a friend
to make sense of everything, someone to help him comprehend

Those were very many years ago, but his image forever remains
so lonely has that little boy become, and now my very own pains
time continues to tick away, and the years seem to hasten ahead
the tomorrows were once my hope, have now become my dread

This world I no longer face, my pain and anguish unable to ignore
a vision of what I have become, now burns me from my very core
that fabricated happiness I once knew, fled from an illusionary vice
the toll on that little boy remains, because no one will pay the price

That little boy that I once knew, so young, so very innocent in years
no longer has a faint smile on his face, and only I can feel his tears
the world is his enemy, trust has become malignant, no friend exists
trials and tribulations acerbate, shame and mental anguish persists

Although those were many years ago, I am still haunted by the sight
all that I now experience only blinds me, I can no longer see the light
once positive and full of life, replaced by failed dreams is what remain
always reminded of what I have not become, is forever to be my shame

What can be said when the truth has been shed, you know what is the final sum
what you now are is what you've become, and they let you feel just how dumb
you sweet little boy, how much I need to hold you so, oh how can I set you free
time has forgotten to remove our tears, yes, this little boy, that little boy-- is me

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Childhood, Death, Growth, Innocence, Life, Love, Pain, Poem, Poetry, Purity, Self, Tears, Time

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author avatar 2bpositive
A Poet and Philosopher. Prophecy portends the future, while poetry helps make sense of the past.
Poetry with a message. Sometimes an eternal message, because this world IS the doorway to our eternity. My poetry, more than merely words on paper, is...(more)

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
18th Feb 2015 (#)

We are born innocent soon introduced to a harsh world of deceit, slowly have to adapt to survive; meaningful poem - siva

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author avatar SaigonDeManila
18th Feb 2015 (#)

A great revelation and very moving...

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author avatar Kingwell
18th Feb 2015 (#)

We are all brain washed from the beginning.

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author avatar Retired
21st Feb 2015 (#)

I agree with SaigonDeManilla ,
it is very moving, I hope the best for you!

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author avatar whatistheworld
25th Feb 2015 (#)

It's very honored to see such a professional work here. Moreover, we are still‘comrade’. But to more hope can become true comrades.

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author avatar peachpurple
2nd Sep 2015 (#)

awesome article , deeply touched

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