When I was a child,

who knew nothing of the world,

a child of ignorance,

a child without care,

the world moved forward,

and time ticked as well,

life became a masterpiece,

life became a lie,

lost in the ignorance of the child,

who is not to helpless to care,

struggling as an adult,

cracking and faltering,

falling and struggling,

the child I was,

would’ve hated this man,

the child I was,

wouldn’t give a damn,

whispers of stories,

crayons and chalk,

screaming at midnight,

for that’s when my nightmares start…