Reminiscing on Childhood… <br /> <br />I <br /> <br />Remember… <br /> <br />When we were just kids <br />and our feet swung, <br />carelessly, <br /> <br />below the old bus seats, <br />And hung, just above the ground. <br /> <br />it was right here, this very spot <br />I believe, that our feet <br /> <br />Dangled between the moment, gone <br />And the one, still, to come. <br /> <br />whimsically, oblivious to both, <br /> <br />We belly laughed, to some timeless, <br />organic laughter, neither has know, since. <br /> <br />I am, again, that child: <br />Light, airy and carefree! <br /> <br />Able to rise, weightless, <br />And whimsical, like a cloud! <br /> <br />Upheld, by just the vapor of a dream <br />I kept, for all those years, ashamed <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />And not this mile deep <br />wreckage, beneath the sea. <br /> <br />Where the pressure, per square inch, <br />comes in and crushes me, <br /> <br />like some lost, tossed, tin can. <br /> <br />Waiting to be found by the scent, <br />Wafting under and over the shut door jamb. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Is this how far I have fallen: . <br />Into the black hole of an abyss, <br /> <br />where no sound, no light, or even <br />the kind, gentle boy that laughed, in ripples, beside you, that day, <br /> <br />could escape, but only give up on such levity <br />for the vice grip of sadness <br /> <br />in the oppressive weight of depression <br /> <br />that pulls me down, ever further <br />ever deeper, ever darker and ever colder, <br /> <br />forever always. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey<br /><br />John Tansey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reminiscing-on-childhood/
