Bitter Child
By Sharon Collins
The bitter child knows no fears,
And travels less than all his peers,
Not gratified by discipline,
He trusts his thoughts upon a whim,
He sees no magic as he grows,
Though innocence has risen,
He cannot see as he believes, he has no indecision.
For heavens sake, one must relate, to what a child doth need,
Clueless is the adolescence when trying to succeed,
Upon the tracks of others' lives who've fallen from above,
And landed right before your eyes to guide you and resolve,
While knowledge gains a detour from a broken path,
And grows the child inside of us, and frees him from his wrath.
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