Innocents

may be found triggering to those who suffer from specific mental illness, just a form of expression for me

Remember the days when music was medicine 

NIghts full of stories

and days of play pretend?

When root beer was our alcohol

when tic tacs were our pills

before those times of self despair 

and alcoholic spills

When cutting was on paper

and not upon our wrists

when our journeys weren't poisoned 

and chocolates were a kiss 

....The days, the days

the simple days

the sunshine with her simple rays...

Reviews

[A.K.]

It's very passionate. Dark, but passionate. I can completely understand where you're coming from. Sometimes difficult times bring about beautiful poetry-I love the line "when our journeys weren't poisoned."

Oh the simple days...
Great material.
-A.K.