Naivety

Her eyes like shattered stained-glass windows

With rain pouring through the cracks

Her pale skin scarred and broken

From all the knives plunged through her back

 

And tears were shed

and sore hearts bled

Until the frost was stained deep red

And frail lungs burned

As old leaves turned

And youth was left for dead

 

Her trust like the broken boughs of pine trees

Once all to willing to believe

Where wolves lay waiting in the shadows

All to eager to deceive

 

And dark skies rained

And none who gained

Left there feeling quite as sane

Virtues were taken

And love forsaken

And youth endured the pain

 

The siren's call

Would be her downfall

And only youth remained

Author's Note

November 28, 2014

Reviews

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

This is full of profound sadness and desolation. I felt the protagonist's plight so deeply and empathize with her. I could clearly see her unfortunate ending. With the siren's call, falling into the abyss of the ocean. The only youth that remains is her discovered body for now. The formatting of this poem is quite interesting too as well as the rhythm and the rhymes. It sounds like a melancholy song.

[Zita Nonie Hasenkamp]

Interestingly, this is one of the very first songs I wrote. I am always pleased when people can decipher which of my poems are songs. I try my hardest to weave strong emotions into my writing, and this song was indeed meant to be immensely sorrowful. I am glad you believe that I succeeded in creating this effect.