A Bag of Memories

today, a melancholy
a lament for the future
a child’s world
fragile
too soon
a bag of memories
at the mercy of Fate
confused by
the world of adults
of promises….
a lament for a child
i have never met
for the one i left
behind
a betrayal of innocence

By Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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