The Epitaph Of Innocence

 This poem was born from emotions that are weary of the deception, selfishness, and vice of the world. Do you remember a time in your childhood when the world was new? When everyone was either a good or bad person? When there was only black or white, no varying shades of gray? Oh, to return to the days of simplicity and naivety…

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Who sent me here?

To this place of suppression under darker waters

Falling through mirrors reflecting the Underneath

When did the World become so ponderous?

All Innocence lost, nothing is new

If we could only live in these memories of Trust

I am loathe to wake from these unsullied dreams

Oh, to rest in the knowledge that they were still a reality!

I don’t want to wake up, for this is the last day of my Past

Try to preserve, try to remake

Clenching eyes shut, these visions play behind them

But the neon spotlights will attack again

Slashing through natural shade and light

They make things unrealistically clear and stark

Some things are better left in obscurity!

Wistful, I long for things long erased

Nostalgia sets in, searching for the time before the curtain call

Before the serpent had spoken to Eve

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Copyright © Bethany Richardson 2012

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