The Loss Of Wonder Poem by DM W
The Loss Of Wonder
The faint scent
Of old, familiar skin
Lingers in the cold, October dawn.
The day job seems
Never ending.
The gradual freezing
Of child like emotions
Accompanies ageing.
Light recedes
In the mind's eye.
Protean words
Are lost in the autumnal sun.
Time is built
Around scars.
The habits of a lifetime
Die painfully.
We have armoured
Ourselves against wonder
We have forgotten
The ways to the kingdom.
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