"The death of Innocence"

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    "The death of Innocence"

    I become more perplexed by society's, diminishing standards of Humanity.................... but still I strive
    on the fullness of each breath I'm allowed..........
    on the wings of each prayer.......... already said for me

    I grow grey.... sometimes bitter.... and without remorse....
    in this ...... my season of discontent...
    There are lapses in invitations..... to my own festive moments
    None such as Love dare enter this space...
    ...only sorrow may find shelter...
    in a place of demoralized truths....

    I've got my own shit to grieve with...
    and you care-less... bout the innocence I cling to..........
    No other can mourn their deaths ....as I have lived...
    and a rich man values ....... no shame
    But this man.... any man............still rich in spirit
    flowers in moments from the Infinite.

    I cry out to the Heavens now......... 
    seeking forgiveness..... for wrongful deeds of mine...
    White noise in my blackened heart....... drown out.....
    my cries rise ...... to un-deafened ears..

    So today.... while myths remain binding.....
    and ambition travels in senseless ways...
    my fears lighten........... my soul darkens....
    but still I grow ........ through this unenlightened phase...


                       S....crow33103bpl6909

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    Teardrops commented on "The death of Innocence"

    12-27-2009

    great passion in this poem and one i admire you say what many want to say but dont

    butbychanz

    12/29/2009

    You are the first response I've recieved... It's appreciated... I wish you well in all you do Teardrops...... Just Write.... the rest will be revealed... Carry on Soldier....!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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