It runs deep

She seeks refuge 

In fantasies of childhood 

she is still so lost 

Reviews

[Hoskinsish]

Sad that this is true for many people. But such is life. In order to find who we are we must first be lost. Nice work!

[Clockwork]

One can only image that the speak feels lost in adulthood while attempting to grasp some reference point from youth. Nicely done.

[Star Wolf]

A very sad and dark poem. Often childhood seems better than it was when our current life is not working out too well. Nicely done.