Never Grow Up Poem by Annie Clarke

A blade a scream
A fiery breath
Longing held beneath
Unreachable to all whom are
And even who they seem
Yet as she sits in yonder room
A simple fearful dread
A dread as only simple minds
Of infant eyes can see
When imagination
Still romes fast and free
Before common sense can speak
And hold each tiny head to randsom
Till boredom takes a hold
So keep the key hidden deep inside
And keep the kidnappers close
So you can still reign fast and free
While everyone else grow old