The grown-up child

Tick tock, tick tock.

Time passes,

yet I remain.

I'm trapped here,

can't numb the pain.

I wonder,

is life really a stage.

Haven't done my part

Didn't get my wage.

Tick tock, tick tock.

I'm seeing red,

love is dread,

I'm hanging on to a thread,

but I'm still not dead.

Because I'm holding on,

pushing on,

far behind, give me a sign.

I was raised to believe the world was within my grasp,

but all grown up all I want, momma, is to clasp,

your hands,

relax,

hear your words so mild.

Everything is gonna turn out all right,

my little child.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Very moving! I like every bit of this: What is says, how it flows, can't see why the third stanza should have been spaced in such a way, but it still reads well and that's what really matters. The rhymes are in the right places, and hit the right beats. Well done!