As a child staring in to the black satin
of the starlit night,
dreams of future sunlit days
wandered in their mind.
Would there be a time in reality
the screaming would stop,
the abuse of the soul would end
in a truce of the heart.
Maybe they grew too fast not realizing
childhood carefree time,
maybe it was just the opposite in fact,
too much playing make believe.
Now the gamble has been lost on
what should have been.
Where are the green fields of yesteryear
to relieve their sorrow?.
The rose scented backyards to frolic in
while wasting time,
where are the sunlit days of youth
that seemed endless?
They seem to be in their mind's eye
to be relived occasionally,
like photographs to be cherished on rainy days
to pass moments of old age.
Now they have to determine the difference
between reality and imaginary.
so they can survive the world's cold touch,
without being bitter in the soul.
Timothy Michael DiVito c1996
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on three other books at the present time. The first is entitled "The Angel and the Witches, the second is "Once Upon A Halloween" and the third is "The Devil's Playground".
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