Description: "Burn my knees and
Burn my knees and pray.
Won't you stop my pain?"
Emotion Sickness, Silverchair
For a little while,
It seemed that I had stumbled upon innocence
In it's newest, purest form.
Like a tiny beacon of hope she glowed inside me,
The tainted vessel that I am.
She was my immaculate conception
Conceived through the convergence of two lost souls
Each searching for something
Some form of peace or understanding
Or maybe love.
The wishful me whispered wild wonders
In the coolness of the hushed night
By the light of the moon
I caressed her
Knowing that this pureness was transient
But hoping it would last long enough to set me free
But as soon as I'd grown attached to my hope
She dissolved in a sea of red
Or at least, lost for now.
I spent a whole night
Wishing that I could weep her loss
But I was too far gone
I lost my innocence twice
This is my second stolen pearl
And yet, I couldn't shed one single tear
I guess I was a little too empty.
Though she is gone,
Her spirit lingers in my thoughts
My flower that will never fade
How precious the life forms of innocence, You captured this very well. Whilst I read your poetry I was taken on a ride of I soppose innocence. I was content and happy for this ride. I really enjoy your style of writting or maybe it's the feelings I fed off of. Thank you for sharing with all how precious life really is. I am sure those who read will have to agree. Once again thank you
this is really beautiful. the tiny spark of hope that lives inside that we try to hold on to, but sometimes we just can't sustain it. it's tragic and heartbreaking, but at the end there is still that tiny spark that does not fully extinguish, and that is what keeps you going. very nice.