Innocent

Innocence, gentle cage
From what is displayed,
Lust and pain and rage
Upon your mind will prey
Until your body follows
And crumbles to the ground-
Hearts are snatched, minds swallowed
By the echoes of sinful sounds
In a world desiring to touch,
Desiring to steal what is hidden-
They say it will not hurt much,
But realize what will be given
If innocence cannot withstand.
The world is the captor of souls
Of all-every man and woman;
Without innocence, where is good
And where is the hope and trust
That all the wanting world should
Have, all that it must
In order to survive a single day.
If innocence lives as even a sliver,
One can resist and not stray,
One does not need to quiver;
Innocence-
Sweet, precious thing-
It lessens an influence-
Such a necessary thing-
And desires are tamed.
When innocence is lost,
One can never be the same-
What a cost.

Reviews

[The 13th Eros]

In sweet innocence is the feeling of peace, sheltered from the world of pain. Yes, wisdom came with a cost with that first tree, and evil was unleashed. Your words paint in darker hues that stain that cannot be washed away.

[Sarah Marie]

oo thank you!

[Jack...]

So true are your words this day. We all mus retain some sense of innocence for things to seem new. Very nice.

[Sarah Marie]

Thank you!