TRIGGER WARNING. THIS IS GOTHIC POETRY; DARK THEMED POETRY THAT IS GENERALLY CONSIDERED MACABRE, FRIGHTENING, AND/OR DEPRESSING. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE PRONE TO MENTAL ILLNESSES, ESPECIALLY ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION. YOUR LIFE IS MORE IMPORTANT TO ME THAN YOUR OPINION OF A REALLY OLD PIECE OF POETRY.

STILL HERE? ARE YOU SURE? OKAY….

 

 

POCKETS FULL OF POSIES 

~ring around the roses, pockets full of posies,
ashes, ashes, we all fall down!~
-A medieval children’s rhyme

Sitting upon soft earth
Cooling mists of vapor
Rising, rising
Into the false dawn.

My thoughts drift back
To a time long
Lost, lost
In childhood’s illustrious haze.

I find myself smiling
At half remembered games,
Laughing, laughing
The innocence of play.

Where did it go
Those truths held certain
Believing, believing
In my perfect world.

Where did it begin
The losing of faith?
Hopeless, hopeless
The knowledge of death.

Perhaps the end came
With a nursery rhyme’s
Truth, truth
Revealed killing our immortality.

-Cherilyn Formanek, (1997)

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