Anger bleeds like a flowing river
Sadness pours onto the giver
My innocence returns in only a sliver
I want it back
Pain tears through like a violent ocean
Hatred runs wild in a terrible motion
Of my innocence I have only a portion
I wish it would return
Hell is a realm i dare not to enter
Though my thoughs fall toward the center
Finding my innocence I am not meant to
I cant have it, but I want it even more
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6 comments:
Wow, this is cool, deep and creepy at the same time :D
thanks!
Oh, this one's really great, very dark and sad, saying you want innocence back when you've lost it... I see myself in it. :)
Thanks Becca... everyone can see themselves in it at some point in their life, but despite doubt innocence returns eventually whether it be on earth or in death.
I really hope you're right. I'm sick of being all grown up and responsible. It was better when we were kids and could just enjoy the smallest thing... now that innocence feels far away.
Sunday school in my church is where I become a kid again. I teach there and after lessons I play hide and go seek with the kids and give them piggybacks.
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