The End of Innocence

The End of Innocence

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet

Is it OK to say that I'm lost?
Take me home now, Mum, take me home
'Cause these legs won't carry me any more
And I'm weary of spirit and bone

Don't you think that I've rambled enough now?
Tasted blood and the bitter sting of fear?
Look, I know now this world isn't easy
Take me far, far away now from here

'Cause these grey woods are making me weary
And I turn, but it all looks the same
The creatures that dwell here are crying out in pain
Why won't you let me quit this grim game?

I have stumbled until my poor knees bled
And my eyes are aching in the dark
The person I once knew is crumbling
Don't you think that I've played my whole part?

And these people want me to stay with them
In the darkness, alone in the woods
But I want to come back with you to home
Mother, do you think that I could?

Rotting hands, they reach out to grasp my mind
Pull me into the darkness once more
And they tell me to open my mind to this world
When I want to but close this dark door!

Whatever I've done, I am so sorry
And I think that my lesson is learned
I know now the truth of this night forest
Do you think my innocence has been earned?

Oh mother, let me come from this darkness
To the light, airy world I once knew
Don't make me go back into this nightmare
Why can't I stay forever with you?

© 2015 The Hampstead Poet


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Beautifully captured and perfectly titled. The places we go to and find there is little chance of escape from, in the darkes recesses of our mind. How we miss those far away carefree days.

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The Hampstead Poet

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Thank you so much for your review!

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Added on September 13, 2015
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