VirginA Poem by thegummybearhunterThe innocence and happiness of a child is often stripped from them as they grow older.
Virgin
Untouched Undefined Unfound;somewhere There lies Virgin memories Unmolded by the Destructive hand Of man, Somewhere There lies A virgin Who has not yet Been raped of all innocence And creativity; who Is unaware Of the conductivity of violence Death And utter hopelessness, Somewhere There lies A heart of which Conveys genuine affection Not yet shunned By the hatred, Is the virgin A lost soul Wandering in The depths of despair; or- Is the virgin A shred of truth On the mountain of lies Man has created? The exposition Of a new world, A virgin of life Untouched Undefined Unfound, Somewhere There lies. © 2013 thegummybearhunterAuthor's Note
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