Childhood Dreams, Childish Things?



An Original Dark Poetry piece about the loss of childhood innocence. Being “grown up” isn’t always all it’s made out to be.


An end to childhood dreams
No need of childish things?

Our adult lives, a puzzle
Missing the straight sides
No instruction for life’s construction
We’ve strayed outside the lines

Of the
Children’s picture book
Just one glance, one look
Reveals the damage done

Once bright now merely
Shades of grey
All our colours have run

An end to childhood dreams
No need of childish things?

As broken toys are cast aside
Fragments of another time
Another time, a child’s face

Such fragile dreams
Now have no place

No time for childlike play.
Life’s mysteries, long since faded
I hear the playground bell no more
And I’m feeling super jaded

An end to childhood dreams
No need of childish things?

Original Dark Poetry.
Copyright © Detheridge.
2015 – 2017.

For Dark Souls

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