Innocence lost.

“Behind the wall I made a little hole in,

I search for signs of hope and goodness, stolen.

When I learn of all the circumstances love is abused,

I only grow that much more confused.

The way I was back then is how I remain;

now I think all love comes with pain.

Every gift comes with a guilty wrap;

every praise I seek becomes a slap,

not literal, much more invidious.

Add it too the wall that blocks out trust,

keep me locked inside a self-built room

that day-by-day becomes more like a tomb.”

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About mollyellarae12

What might have been is an abstraction. Remaining a perpetual possibility.. Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been.

Posted on December 26, 2015, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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