The Child Within

I cry for the child

who has died within me

I worked ruthlessly for a future

I now spit at in distaste of its name

Friends sneaking away slowly

in hopes of not ribbing from my heart in their departure

Children growing old never knowing it was I

holding on to their youth in hopes of staying a little while longer

The loss of childhood is a great heartbreak

It's the death of a child, it's the loss of frivolous life