A childhood - Forgotten

By LordBrosnian

Sometimes I often think what treasures now would lay ahead
If I somehow could turn the arms of time
back to days before the lulling doldrums of regret
when mem'ries still stood innocent and kind
Before the the nights I shivered as a child all alone
In shadows of a room unkeen to bliss
For father never let me build the memories he had
Nor let me have a friend which I could miss
And always was the room to be as clean as he see fit
lest solvent fists beat merciless top my face
But in the thickets of the woods which lay behind our house
I often ventured deep and sought escape
What could I be had I the chance to change that sullen choice
To bring to kitten home which I had found
Would it not have been snatched from neathe my grips into his hand
Its fate to lie, neck broken, on the ground
I often think what monster could bestow such pain; regret
unto a childs mind of only six
And what unhallowed demons in a soul as dark as his
Skulked athwart the depths in graceful twist
I often think would I not be imprisoned by the sight
Of blood and violent clamor 'top my thoughts
If only I could somehow find a way to conquer rules
Reversing steady movements of the clock
But then I think had tragedy not stricken me so young
My words and gifted secrets might not be (and)
Without the riven memories as a boy I have beheld
I fear today I might not stand as me

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© 2005 LordBrosnian
Published on Monday, December 12, 2005.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: amazing and familiar ,keep up the wonderful work

  • Solace On Friday, August 11, 2006, Solace (1069)By person wrote:

    The forest scenery, a gorgeous background to a terrible event - tragedy fills the blood with rage and yet it takes fire to temper steel...

  • Cattarax On Monday, August 7, 2006, Cattarax (215)By person wrote:

    Scares and forgotten memories are the things that make us what we are now ... unfortunatly it is all the bad , vicious and some times most depressing things that we remember

  • Shewolf On Thursday, December 15, 2005, Shewolf (25)By person wrote:

    I can relate to this.....

  • A former member wrote: You fear correctly.... but I must say that it did make you an interesting and talented writer indeed. Well done for pulling off a style that I would normally consider pretentious. Welcome to DP. ~Lost~

  • Lord Kalgalath On Wednesday, December 14, 2005, Lord Kalgalath (182)By person wrote:

    Well said. The past shapes the future, to some extent. Dark as it may be, would we be anything like what we are if not for what happened then?

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