DEATH OF INNOCENCE

DEATH OF INNOCENCE

A 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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Does have a double meaning Marie.
Innocence here is the product of a deluded, self indulgent mind.

Posted 12 Years Ago


The colour of innocence...the second line of the next to last verse could have a double meaning...

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Marshal Gebbie
Marshal Gebbie

Auckland, New Zealand



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Poem 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..

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