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