I understood this up to the point where you said "I wish I was myself and not your precious prize to steal away from her." Then I lost you. I read it a couple more times, but still couldn't quite pin what you meant by this...
I came, I saw, I wrote
The innocent child released
the man and woman hurl their bombs
across the country, fuel to age-
In all my years I forgot
The child's power surpasses
the fury of men's and women's bombs
flying through the world's age-
I see this as a description of yourself in a childlike state, that you stand and watch things go on with indifference, while hatred and sorrow are raging between two parties (the man and woman?). You use some timely imagery, which makes the impact a lot stronger.
I hid myself from me
The truth, the child, is gone
I wish I were myself and not
your precious prize to steal away
Are you saying you became involved in the sorrow and hatred? You hid yourself from the child who stood away from opinion and embraced truth? Why, then, are you a "precious prize?" You lost me there...
I'm locked away on pages,
waiting for the day of my release
pray I stay inside my cell
Hmm.... you still seem powerless in your distant view of the situation, "locked away on pages," waiting for the inevitable "day of your release" when your childhood will be wholly lost, but not wanting to, praying you stay inside your cell?
Come back and explain this one to me. Maybe it's too early in the morning for me to be trying to read one of your deep pieces, Frac... forgive me.
"Faith" means the will to avoid knowing what is true.
~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche