Innocence
I will never again believe in fairytales
For I have seen the world as it truly is
it’s claws , it’s fangs , it’s scales
like a serpent in the night
he slipped into my bed
the screams that escape my soul
still echo in my head
alone and unprotected
I had nowhere to hide
the world had shown to me it’s ugly truth
I know how much he lied
I tried so hard to run but my feet were planted firm
there is no escaping
there is no where to turn
twisted torn and ragged
a fight I could not win
wicked thief of innocence
revealer of truth and sin
I will never again be unguarded
for my eyes are open wide
I have seen all the disguises
the night my innocent died.
I'm sorry that your innocence was stolen (killed).
Experience teaches us that we should not b gullible. But, we also must not be so afraid and guarded that we are no longer capable to being open to new relationships and new ventures into life. If we become so jaded, we cheat the hear and joy out of our lives.
That touched my heart. It made me think of my 9 year old mother who was continually raped by a catholic priest. It made her hate the church and the god she was told to believe in. Probably why she never talked about or pushed any religion on my younger sister and I.
That's unfucking believe (excuse the language) Nothing infuriates me more than the abuse of an innocent.
@Sharkymama It was my mother, and yes, she was an incredibly strong woman and made her way in life as best she could. She was an angry person though, always quick to strike back. I didn't understand why she was so cold and never showed her feelings until I discovered this about her from her older brother, my Uncle Tony. I wish I had known this before her death as I believe our relationship could have been different.
Harshly moving. Echoes of betrayal, rape, or contemporary politics.
@Sharkymama your poem while dark, is very expressive and well done. Do you have others?
Glum view of life. Life is dark at times, but it is also amazing, exciting, beautiful, comical, valuable and surreal.