sweet innocence - part 1
watching,
watching bruised petals fall.
precious flower...
shivering and lost, that's all.
a rose perhaps.
raised on tears, rejection and pain,
with no "little prince" to protect you,
you have found this world,
hard,
barren,
and cold.
sweet innocence fading beyond visions limited embrace.
cold morning didn't care or blink,
at childhoods disgrace.
little girl your laughter swallowed,
feeds your mothers wounded place...
yet through hopeful tear-filled heart you seek,
an angels saving grace,
while begging comfort within the arms,
of a strangers numb embrace.
reason failing in the pain of a wounded child's fate..
convoluted reason born of a season lit by your twisted sky.
where are your gods now?
feasting on the entrails of your mortally wounded life...
Written 9/10/2007
© 2007 Mirror aka @as-i-see-it (All rights reserved)
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A beautiful poem , Very touching . "where are your gods now?Feasting on the entrails of your mortally wounded life..." -such a beautiful and poignant line ! :)
Thank you so much for your comment...
Your comments are always so thoughtful, real, and true...
I think you're pretty special. Excellent artist and excellent person.
Seriously. Thank you for being you.
My pleasure... you are most welcome, @as-i-see-it . And thank you. It is so sweet of you to appreciate someone for being themselves. It is your kindness . I am very simple and normal . Your goodness sees good in others :) Thank truly. It is the best compliment I have received :) Honoured :)
the poem was written 10 years ago?
so you have much experience in poetry)
do you write anythinh now?
Thank you so much for your interest.
I probably have written any new poetry in about 10 years or so... :-)
I do not understand what it means. but it's about love, is it true?
Thank you for your comment and question. :-)
Yes in a way it is about love… But it’s more about someone I used to know and how the cruelties of life shattered her innocence, her life and her spirit.
this must be sick. may he not despair, and may his spirit return
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I think you are a good person. It is nice to meet you. :-)
nice to meet with also. Have a nice day
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Great poem; hope the poor girl found some respite in-spite of all the cruelty and harshness of life
Thank you for your comment. Sorry I can't tell you that her story has a happy ending...