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Unforgiving loss of innocence

 

Unforgiving loss of innocence

 

Nights spent tossing and turning

A heart left lost and soul left constantly yearning

Needing some form of recognition

Wanting much needed redemption

 

Thoughts, some fleeting in their duration

Some so suffocating in their force

That they cause loss of focus

For a brief moment of madness

 

This moment of insane confusion takes place

Without others seeing or noticing

Leaving the recipient of this trying to save face

Always hoping for one moment of stark clarity

 

Constant thoughts wonder back to happier times

Times that then brought a smile to ones face

Now bring tears when remembered

These only shed in a private place

 

Where no prying eyes can view them

With no vindictive hearts present to judge them

No soiled souls to manipulate them

For their own gain and pleasure

 

Those were simpler, more innocent times

Lived with care free joy

Experienced with a freedom felt

Right to the core of one’s inner being

 

Present day memories however are not so simple

And not so innocent, more like corrupted

By the harsh realities of life, the brutality of it all

All these thoughts will do is set one up for a very long fall

 

A fall from which this time there is no getting up

No dusting oneself off, no trying harder No hope,

no redemption, no forgiveness

Just a dark, barren very lonely existence till ones last breathe

 

 

 

 

— Feebie, Oct 01, 2007

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Region, Country: Gauteng, ZMB

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, Robert Frost

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IKnowNoBox

18 years 8 months ago

A view into despair,Sadly...

there is also recklessness in ones affairs,This poem is a breaking of an icy surface. 'were no prying eyes can view them..... For thier own gain and pleasure' I wish I had wrote that stanza Bravo Tamer of Goloms Writen under an Autumn moon no doubt. In ink, David