Comments : Dead childhood

  • 15 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    You see it in the eyes:
    The walls are built,
    Delight replaced by guilt
    When childhood dies.

    *Very mysterious start. Makes me think. Good opening stanza*

    Afraid to show surprise,
    Beginning young
    It's best to hold the tongue
    When childhood dies.

    Uniqueness deemed unwise,
    One must fit in
    And wear a different skin
    When childhood dies.

    *I love how you repeat that last line. It makes the poem more powerful. Very clever*

    Behind adult disguise,
    A too tight gown,
    All naturalness shut down
    When childhood dies.

    *Another good stanza. I'm really enjoying this poem*

    You see it in the eyes,
    At nine or eight
    Before, if that's their fate,
    When childhood dies.

    *This is such a brillant poem. You have an amazing talent. I how simple this poem is, but the message behind it is very complex. Keep it up. I can't wait to read more :) Nik*