Last Links To Childhood

Clinging to something that's barely there...We all are.

Funny how life changes

So that you lose all you had as a child.

Be it memories,

Friendships,

Hopes,

Or dreams.

Your innocence,

Gone for good.

Your imagination,

Rid of it.

Your happiness,

Cleansed of it.

And to what do we owe the pleasure?

"Not I," 

They say, whenever asked.

Always someone to blame,

Always some uncontrollable force,

Pushing at us maliciously.

Your family,

Dying.

Your friends,

Leaving.

Your memories,

Fading.

Funny how I, barely a teen myself,

Speak of something I'm

"Not supposed to understand yet."

When I was six,

My mind and soul were sixteen,

When I was ten, I was twenty.

My back,

Aching.

My heart,

Offbeat.

My body,

Deteriorating.

I've always been one to get nostalgic,

Crying at the realization that the simple switch of schools,

Will most definitely mean forgotten friends.

Depressed at the threads of the past I'm not supposed to remember

Silkily weaving through my fingers, 

Tying me to fate.

My history,

Festering.

My special moments,

Escaping.

My dreams,

Changing.

Now let me digress momentarily

And focus on those who have already changed,

On the ones who sequester inside of themselves

After hope of youth dissipates.

These are the old ones, the ones I wanted to give up childhood to be,

The ones that, after I lost my youth at five, I realized I'd grown up too fast.

The era,

Different.

The adults,

Blind.

The young,

Deaf.

And here I'm clinging to the

Last links of my childhood,

Groping for something that's barely there.

I notice the change in my body,

My mind, my voice,

But most of all in my eyes, the pair without a single shine.

The moments,

Lost.

The realization,

Struck.

The time,

Over.

Author's Note

Captcha: lullaby

Reviews

[Shivam Murari]

"Hold down to this lullaby
Even when the music's gone...."
I love how this poem is so much relating to these lines of the song Safe and Sound. Although, it is a bit too stretched, but very well written and is worth a thought! Nice write! :)

[Riley Bray]

Thanks! What exactly do you mean by stretched? Too long?

[Shivam Murari]

Actually, one needs to scroll down too much to read the whole poem. Most people are too impatient to read long poems :)

[Riley Bray]

Ahhh I see haha.

[Shivam Murari]

:P

[Phillitup]

Stunning

[Riley Bray]

Thanks. :)

[She With Eyes Like Unsh..]

This poem is beautiful, and I completely understand where you are coming from. Except usually, they are the ones who have forgotten me.

[Riley Bray]

I'm glad you liked it so much. :) I usually get forgotten before I forget, and thats why I've developed a tendency not to attatch myself to people as wholeheartedly as I used to, so I know what you mean. :) Thanks for the review!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

There is a melancholic edge to this write, I really appreciate the way you have taken us through a range of processes, demonstrating your neat, analytical writing skills, thank you for sharing this lovely writing, well done to you Riley

[Riley Bray]

Thenk you very much for the review and the flattery!

[Isabelle Faye]

Very insightful of you, Riley. I think there is a large communication gap between this generation and the ones that have come before it, not only because of the age gap. Overall, a great poem about childhood lost and the realization of growing older.

[Riley Bray]

Thanks a ton. :)

[quinfinn]

every generation has their "rift" their own particular idiom and extremes. when i was growing up it was the hippie culture which shocked and pissed off the adults...we reveled in their reaction just as the goths, and the grunges, and the baggy pantsed buffoons who look to people my age like circus clowns, with their big shoes and their pants down around their thighs and caps on backwards. yep, i have become my parents, and so too, will you...someday. this write is awesome and you have much maturity and insight. i am quite impressed with both you and your poetry. well done!

[Riley Bray]

ThNks for the review Quin! (And the flattery as well haha). If I'm going to be like my mom then my children are going to be pretty dang headstrong haha. X3

[quinfinn]

oh, trust me, you are doomed to go there!

[Riley Bray]

Oy watch out world! XD

[quinfinn]

just remember...your kids are payback for the way you treated your parents!

[Acucena G.]

well done, I love it, I felt the same when I was transiting to adult life, I miss everything I had, tings tht I used to do and friends, but life goes on . Good writing.

[Riley Bray]

Thanks and thanks for the review as well. :D

[Acucena G.]

my pleasure

[RyanXIII]

Wow i was quite taken back by this poem, a beautifully written piece, myself just turned 22 i find myself missing my childhood that has so recently died. I felt every word and related obscenely. And now im on the other side of the spectrum my favourite part had to be...

The era,
Different.
The adults,
Blind.
The young,
Deaf.

What a bold and very true statement, adults dont understand the new generation and the new generation dont want to listen to their elders. Thats what i took from this anyway :)

I found this to be a heart renching but brutally true poem i hope your transition into the later stage isnt too much of a struggle, it is hard leaving your childhood behind, but i feel you always take the best part with you... the experiences.

Take care and keep writing.

[Riley Bray]

As stated in my poem im still very young, so I was worried I'd get criticism on a topic I'm not supposed to understand. You picled out my favorite stanza haha. I'm glad you understood it, because it means exactly what you thought it meant. Thanks for the review. :3