vision stunted by past deeds <br />leading to my current place, <br />childhood face: disconnected, <br />now adrift on stagnant lake. <br />cynicism scrawls the map <br />leading to my resting place, <br />a symptom of a drying mind, <br />what once was fluid, now is blind. <br />each denial of childhood dream <br />fractures now my world it seems. <br /> <br />mothers tears dried in her grave, <br />childhood view: never saved.<br /><br />Christopher Withers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-saved/
