Christopher Withers


Childhood Grace - Poem by Christopher Withers

Our world is measured in childhood grace,
Future states, as yet unfolded,
Birth the words, that claim and hold us.

Cold consumer, of the void:
Time, it strips our nous and voice,
Memories fail and slowly rust,
Our universe, it falls to dust.

Life, life, a fairy tale,
Whispered on the night,
Dreams are prone to fade away,
When silenced by the predawn light.

Topic(s) of this poem: loss

Form: Prose Poem


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 24, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 16, 2017


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