Lament to Innocence Lost

Just a little morose musings on the world

Innocence was not victim of tragic circumstance.

There was no great desolation,

or slaughter in droves.

Innocence did not die with a bang,

but rather with

a whisper.

A cloying and seeping of cognitive understanding.

Like novocain.

No actual feeling, only a realization of its absence.

Innocence did not sink when a grandfathers of a golden age died,

When failure was felt as a nation.

Or when humanity was at her cruelest.

Innocence died the day

when recognition dawned that trying your hardest was no longer enough,

despite what our parents always preached.

Innocence was did not die at all.

Innocence was murdered in cold blood

by apathy.

Innocence was dead when hope was replaced

with understanding.

The understanding that one person alone

cannot change the world.