sentimentality of childhood
not by virtue of satisfaction or pleasure
charismatic performance masked clouded actuality
still, almighty hopefulness, ambition and drive
confidence in a promising future
the world was my oyster
no longer confined by constraints of existence as a dependant child
nor a state of geographical isolation
now, wholly enslaved by my mind
the world carries on spinning
opportunity won't magically arise in time
lest I stop cutting at my own throat
- this poem is inspired by yesterdays entry in which I stated I missed my childhood not because it was particularly enjoyable but because I felt a lot more hope :))
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MY DIGITAL DIARY : POETRY, THOUGHTS & JOURNAL ENTRIES PART TWO
Non-FictionHI LOVELIES <3 Welcome to the continuation of my first book "Poetry, Thoughts & Journal Entries" where I write at least something, no matter how mediocre, every single day! Feel free to go back & read or comment on any entries within my first book...
