The Child.

I watch the window
As it slowly breaks
Disintegrating
Into the thin air

The trees hover over
The path
They are so old
So wise

I sit against your gravestone
I ask of you.
Give me your sadness
Bleed through me

I notice the trees have turned
Black
Against the dark blue sky
The 6th hour of the daylight

Now fades into its darker side

No one understands my sadness
And why I lack the things I do

A boy enters my dark realm
He stares, and turns away
Unlike my dreams
He is real to touch

They laugh and sing
And join the street
With a happy skip

Youth

Something so good
Never lasts

I see it leaving my face
The gleam, gone from my eyes
I am no longer the bright
Light
I was 5 years ago

And even then
What sort of child
Thinks with a mind
Wiser
And much older
Than their kind

The words refuse to complete me
So I wait until they respond
With pen and paper
Communication

There’s a wall
I hide behind

I seem a mystery

But that
Is up to you
To decide.