I was weaned from the milk too early...
Vile, deceitful and immersive...
All a facade!
I basked in Oblivion of the world, knowing only my mother's bosom and her warm embrace
I'd be here forever, I thought
Until!
I was weaned
Maturity beckoned...
Haunting and daunting it was!
I couldn't bear , but I was to
All tenderness and affection seemly lost!
Then it dawned...
that I lived in a world that never existed
it was all a shield from reality whence I now am found.
As I stroll down the boulevard of retrospection, deja vú winks and I wish to return
But the one whispers
"Time doesn't stop to tick, until...
...the other comes for you "
©tomisin
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