Innocence

This poem was written in 2014 and tells an important aspect of my life. If you have any comments, please be respectful.

“I’m interested in how innocence fares

when it collides with hard reality.”

-- Geoffrey S. Fletcher

The world has enough martyrs, it’s just

People don’t care about them anymore.

Once upon a time and thirteen painful years

Ago, I was so full of innocence and not of sickle

Soul. Thinking if I was nice then everyone would

Be nice back, I soon found out the hard way

Kindness isn’t people’s knack.

Yet I believed, man could be changed, as in rock God

Once wrote, that mom and dad are never wrong, and

They said this, I quote:

“As Christians we know the full truth, and God above is

Real. He made all things, he loves us all, and gives

Our every meal. As Catholics we believe in our eternal

Bond of love. We love you and you should not fear,

God watches from above.”

Yet as the lonely years went by, my soul began to

Cry, the world kept getting worse and worse, yet

Hopeless it was nigh. As long as I had God and both

My parents at my side, the hopelessness of life was

Never stormy, deep, or wide.

But then one day they sat me down, and told me ‘bout

Their pact, and how they had destroyed it, saying it was

Love it lacked. And as I sit there frozen still, unable to

Compute, the world around me turned to black, while

God became a mute.