May 11

the clock of childhood

Sleep used to feel like a waste of time 

When you were younger you would beg and scream to stay up playing in the light of the moon 

Protecting your childhood from slipping away into the embers 

I should have listened to my parents when they told me to stop growing 

Every inch taller I get the farther I grow from my childhood 

I wish the clock paused when the expectation of the world did not come crashing down 

The few years where we did not have to worry about the future 

not even knowing a different future existed 

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