DEATH OF INNOCENCEA Poem by Marshal Gebbie
Temple of my soul thou do depart To regions fraught with change unknown, Regions wracked with tensions unbecoming To that which is, by nature, pristine and demure. How , in all sanity, can a mind so clear, Barge into waters of stuff so toxic, so turbulent? With no preamble, without a whit of consultation, Without prior thought? And now you b*****d. Now you point the finger of vile blame At my simple self. Now you thrust the blade With malevolence to my breast. A crimson flood of innocence cascades across the floor. Confusion clouds the dying eye. A sensation of childlike rebuke Is the final thought. Marshalg Cast to a cold, dank place in my mind. 9 July 2012 © 2012 Marshal Gebbie |
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2 Reviews Added on July 9, 2012 Last Updated on July 9, 2012 AuthorMarshal GebbieAuckland, New ZealandAboutPoem writer for the average Joe. Take tremendous satisfaction in creatively writing about everyday things and everyday people. Australian native who has adopted New Zealand and New Zealanders. Marvel.. more..Writing
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