Without The Magic

by Malcolm, under Poetry, Uncategorized

I feel like such a child

Like Peter Pan

but without the magic

I never feel like I’ve grown much

From where I first began


And yet… time moves so quickly

So fast, I can just barely keep up

Before long I’ll be another speck of dust

On the wind, quickly forgotten

There won’t be a mark I will leave behind


Three words echo in my mind, without explanation

Timberrocks Pepperburr Moonshine

Over and over, and I can’t find their meaning

Their purpose. They just sit there.


Watch me ramble, ramble constantly

But is there a point to my words?

Do they make a difference?

Sometimes I’m not sure


Some words just come randomly

I can type “seven circlets of brass and gold”

And it’ll mean nothing. 

I suppose, we all want to be remembered.


I want to be remembered.

Please don’t let me be forgotten.

But also please let me grow.

I feel so stuck, so trapped.

Confined to be this child forever.


Everyone seems to move on

They find lovers, they find work

They find great success

And I’m happy for them. 

And I wish them the best.

But… I also wish.

That… I find it too.

One day.