Dear Childhood,

 

I’m sorry, I can’t seem to save you.

No matter how hard I try, things always fall through.

You’re dangling over an endless void

And I’m the only thing that can keep you from being destroyed.

 

But I can’t help ‘cause I’m stuck in this damn hourglass,

The sand is my time and it’s begun to amass.

It fills and it fills and I can’t get out.

I punch at the glass, I kick, scream, and shout.

 

As I’m about to fall, there it is: a crack!

Just enough air to give some hope back.

But just as soon as it’s there, it’s gone. I’ve lost it.

There’s nothing to do but bare my teeth and grit.  

 

The sand’s up to my neck, I struggle to stand.

The rope holding you now is hardly a strand.

Tears fill my eyes ‘cause I know I’m too late,

I’m guessing soon I’ll meet my fate.

 

Now I can’t breathe, sand fills my lungs

I cling to memories of when I was young.

Before I was like this, a desperate mess.

The rope snaps and you start to fall into the abyss.