A Loss Of Something Poem by Nero CaroZiv

As a child, a loss of something vague ever felt I
The first time I could recollect its hidden existence, its shadow gnaws inside me, never did die
Ever since and now, young innocent soul; bereft I was of what I could not tell or know;
Though young and immature in suspicion, yet the persisting evil ever dwelling; never left or let go


In frustration and seclusion I escaped searching in pathless wood
In forest gloom I found joy, zeal and rapture far from human condescending rude
There was my pal an old tree with self reflected shadow at its veined sturdy feet
As summer haze thickened and the day lengthened under the brooding heat


As years passed by, an elder lad, a session advanced wise
But fainter and fatigue, distressed, blurred with confession of life hassle
I find myself still perplexed, softly searching, figuring for that confidence of castle
Of my delinquent childhood blessing, the tantalizing world of a kid without a prize


And suspicion grew and evolved; as my hand and finger grew feeling along endless wall
The finger that touches my furrowed forehead now and then
The throng of days overwhelming, suffocating like turbulent waters ahead of a tall waterfall
Pushed and drove me away from the site of the child kingdom of Heaven

Life under the reign of the vile hand, ever so weary, ever so in owe
be-dabbled with legs in paddles and limbs torn with savage thorns
As child I could no longer crawl, no further go
My legs could keep no pace with my desires under avalanche of scorns
In secluded hideouts of forest gloom, I rest till the end of a day
I asked heaven to shield me; God forbidden! another scolding fray!




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