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Childhood lost

Innocence can never be regained after it's gone

By Cheryl E PrestonPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read
Childhood lost
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This elegy poem is an ode to the innocence of mant children who grew up in the 1960s and decades long past who were hit with a terrible blow when they reached a certain age.

Overwhelmed with emptiness, sorrow, and disbelief

My heart is broken, shattered, and filled with grief

Tossing and turning each night due to lack of sleep

Over something lost, I yearned so desperately to keep

In one brief moment, my innocence and trust were stolen

My tear-stained eyes are red and horribly swollen

Someone tell me this reality is false, it can't be so

Nowhere to run, 0r hide, where on earth can I go

Everything I believed was true has been proven as a lie

My fury is strong as I continue to ask why

My faith was strong and unshakable for 12 long years

Now I have realized the worst of my fears

Never knew this gut-wrenching sucker punch was coming my way

Hit from left field, this was an unimaginably bad day

I want out of this nightmare, please, someone shake me

This dream is terrifying, help me wake me

The Momentoes I've kept all the stories I heard

Never should I have believed a single word

Everything I was taught was a falsehood

Now I have lost my entire childhood

It's gong gone and will not return

I can't get it back, but a valuable lesson I did learn

At this moment, I stop, reflect, ponder, and briefly pause

After learning that there never was a real Santa Claus

Elegy

About the Creator

Cheryl E Preston

Cheryl is currently pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. She enjoys writing about current events, history and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.

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    Written by Cheryl E Preston