A Child

A child
Truth and candid honesty contained
in an unsuspicious package
Honesty, which can be brutally painful
or lovingly tender
But, fortunately, limited by a peaceful ignorance
of life’s painful realities
A child is a mere extension
Of life’s fierce longing for itself
A child’s birth is but the stat of another chapter
in time’s eternal saga
For the child belongs to time
Trapped in an endless cycle
By time’s unquenchable thirst.
A child is unlimited curiousity
to seek, to find, to know
Of life; of living
Pity the poor child; for the day shall come
When life tires of being pricked and poked at
And strikes back, crashing down with all its harsh might
Brought down upon such an innocent and unsuspecting soul,
Ruining it.

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