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Delusions of Youth

Poetry By: Graeme Montrose

A poem of how childlike faith was lost

Submitted:Aug 26, 2009    Reads: 319    Comments: 8    Likes: 6   

Delusions of Youth
Things I learnt while as a child
Seemed so right to me
Scholars now have torn apart
They shattered all my dreams
Piece by piece I built my world
Astral planes ignored
Strongly built with my own hands
The things I want and feel
Pleasures to entice my soul
Carnal lusts arouse
Heavy weighty thoughts of men
All into bricks I make
Fortune fame and glory too
Things to pass all my time
Games and other such I need
To occupy my time
Brick by brick I build my world
Furnishing it with care
All the things I treasure so
My comfort I ensure
Music, yes to stir the blood
Books to fill the mind
Friends I have to laugh and play
Others, well who cares
So, my little world revolves
Oblivious to all else
Round my central spoke revolve
Self, that is, just me
Others needs they bother not
What care I of such?
Then came Light unto my heart
A searing burning flash
All consumed before my eyes
All to dust has gone
What remained, a naked soul
Lonely and afraid
All I'd treasured and held dear
In smoke had disappeared
Then I saw my worthless world
Creation of my hands
Things of value I had shunned
These I'd tossed aside
Men of learning had torn down
All my childlike faith


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