I fear those things I loved once

I fear those things I loved once
Colourful toys and my painting books
when I give the colours,
they smile and I laugh, I was once their god

They spoke the tales and I listen
And they dance with the songs I sang
I found and I lost, those things I loved once
In my cupboard, I hear the cursing sound,

And their whispering screams
And their dusty, noisy coughs
Those days are gone the child is no more
He is dead with his joyful mind long ago

Blinded  heart has forgotten such toys
Creepy hands have forgotten such arts
But the toys are waiting, soon he will change
Colours will bloom once again, through his hands..