PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I do wish to purge myself

So that I get my lost treasure



In childhood and youth age

By insanity lost real pleasure



Though babe life had no sense

In bad and good was no measure



In adolescence I was carefree

Immense, aimless was my leisure



I wish to be deceived no more

I am free - need no more enclosure



My tears trickling down my cheeks

Long for my pleasant time's seizure