A Poem by Daniel Affsprung

When does childhood wonder die


The sun rose on a day that was to be

A solemn feast for thinking men.

With souls older than the stones

They dwell among and envy

And rest the prison bars that support the beautiful fleeting form.

Consumed too often by venomous pride

To be neglected altogether or embraced.

Find me in the Nowhere

In the world where my body runs and hides from my thoughts.

Find me alone,

Basking in the sunshine, and the horror.

© 2012 Daniel Affsprung

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Added on March 29, 2012
Last Updated on March 29, 2012
Tags: age, renaissance, poetry, comtemplative


Daniel Affsprung
Daniel Affsprung

Lewisburg, PA

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