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Stolen Childhood

The past calls out to me
Yet I am trapped by the present
My mind dwells free
were I can not go

I long for the times
Of innocence and naivety
But I am bound here
By the chains of reality

Within me there is a hole
As my innocence was lost
Leaving a wound in my soul
From my stolen chilhood

This poem is © 2004 Eothain, to whom comments may be sent.