The Children Are Gone

Breathe in and breathe out,

Makes my body scream and shout,

Soon for sure, without a doubt,

There will be no children.

I throw my hands up in despair,

They burn incessantly without a care,

Making my time here meaningless,

For there will be no children.

Times comes and Time goes,

First it rains, then it snows,

There is no more joy left,

As there will be no children.

It goes in and comes back out,

The cloud so thick, my insides shout,

Take me now and save me from,

There being no children.

I wish to go back to that time,

Where everything I knew and said was mine,

Not so horrible as this world,

Without any children.

I spin in circles, as always,

Thinking up excuses and of ways,

To get myself to avoid accepting,

That there will be no children.

My heart screams in misery,

I continue with the atrocity,

I wait and watch for the time,

When there will be no children.

I wring my hands in utter despair,

For I spent my life without a care,

Reckless in my decisions made,

But now there are no children.

Time went on, waiting for none,

I began to think of what will come,

The age of misery and ache,

Of there being no children.

I look ahead and see prospects bleak,

Only because I was too weak,

To hold back just a little bit,

And still there will be no children.

He was here, and now he is gone
Playing on his pipe, calling out in the morn
The piper was calling loud and clear,
The children are now gone.