I remember a time when each day was long, when the world was a play ground and my life a song and I fluttered through years with barley a care, ignoring the future and what waited me there.
School was intriguing and filled with delights. I played away daytimes and dreamed away nights. my parents assured me I had nothing to fear, no matter what happened they'd always be there.
Little did I know of the world outside home. where tragedy, sorrow, and murder could roam. All I saw were blue skies, rainbows and stars. I looked past destruction of buildings and cars.
As a child my biggest concern was just me: I had to be happy, I had to be free. And If I was content, I would not shed a tear. and no matter what happened I would still be here.
But as I grow up, darkness start to set in: my bright world has turned to concrete and tin. I now see the violence I looked past before: my friends start to die, my heart hits the floor. deadly deceases kill people I love, there are landfills below me and pollution above.
I often think back to when life was a game, but sadly no matter what's happens, everything is still the same.
~ Siarra
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A Touch of Saddness
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems and short stories that I write myself. Some of these poems/ stories are very disturbing and can be triggering. If you are triggered easily, please read at your own risk and be smart.
