Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Lost Childhood

I kept walking
Hearing the lullaby,
And the enchained ghosts whisper
Deep into the graveyard
Of childhoods cadaver.

Innocence entomed,
Playfulness buried,
Smiles choked;
Lay coffins of hurried,
Deceased childhood.

Beneath the shattered earth
Cry the voices
Six feet under;
Frantic to escape
Tortured in plunder.

Friends turned strangers
And myself a cursed ghost;
I witness,as i sit
All alone in the crypt;
And the castles of childhood
Stand crippled.