Childhood


Childhood-
A time of playfulness?
Could I be happiest
Away from these walls?

Abundance-
All means enslavement to me...
What I must endure to be
So much as loved.

Experience-
Times of innocence...
Why I am dependent here
Here in his home?

Affluence
All seems so exquisite to some
But does anyone know
the real reason
I don't want you to leave?

With nothing to lose
And with everything to gain-
Just taking a chance to run-
And to break free from the pain.

Memories.
No more distant storms
Awakening to a brighter norm

Away from his fist.
Happiest
Than I've ever known.
Keeps me from going home.
Here's where I'll stay.

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