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A dark and sad story with a glimpse of the past

Once a happy kid

I was once a happy kid
Lived in my homeland, in the mid
When I was once out to play
Bad men came and took my ball away
I cried and wept
And my joy was gone
How would I live from now on?
Ignorant no more, aware of all
Became an adult, even though I was small
The taste of life until then
Which was sweet to little men
Became what is was
Bitter and bad
Disguised no more
It was real sad
Short after, it was clear to me
There is a cost, sort of a fee
The cost of living, its price
Behind all the joy
That came with rolling a dice
Was growing up
Becoming aware
Seeing a lot of stuff
That just wasn't there
I wasn't ready
Not by a mile
What would a kid know
Of pain behind a smile?
There came the tears
The depression
The endless questions
The suspicions
I felt betrayed
My trust was gone
Why haven't I known this all along?

Bunden vers (Rim) av Cinereus
Läst 95 gånger och applåderad av 2 personer
Publicerad 2022-05-23 22:56

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