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.