Innocence was murdered

by Spontaneity   May 24, 2020

Innocence was murdered today.
They slaughtered her like a pig
sent to the butchers, and left
her laying there in her own filth
and blood.

Guilt has moved in today.
It is not paying rent though.
It is living off of me for free,
and is taking everything I
own. How do I stop it?
Can someone please tell me?
Guilt has latched on to my soul,
and is making it hard for
me to breathe.

Disgust was born today. The
way he smells and breathes
the same air as me, makes me
want to vomit.

Anger was planted many years
ago, and was once forgotten.
Someone has started to tend
to it once more, trying to make
it grow. I tried to take it out at
the roots, but it just keeps on
coming back as I watch in

Why did it have to come to this?


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  • 1 year ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    This is such a heavy poem. Your narration is incredible in that it makes me feel such sadness and pain for you... the way you've personified innocence, guilt, disgust and anger made this even more surreal. The way all of these things can act like leeches and strip us of our dignity, of the strength we've built up. Wondering when this will end, or when forgiveness can come, for the self and perhaps others.

    I related to a lot of this, as I feel this could apply to so many situations, especially the roots of anger and trying to get rid of them, yet anger still grows and we feel powerless to it. It destroys everything. I think the presence of anger in our lives, whether we hold it or others embody it, can say a lot about what is still unsolved in our lives. What we are coping with, what haunts us. I think we have a right to feel angry but it boils down to knowing when we've had enough. When we want more, we want something else, something bountiful to grow in the soil, and it keeps coming back to our past and those pesky demons.

    A chilling write, thank you for sharing this with us.

  • 1 year ago

    by zvikov chirema

    Great poem, a reflection on the state of society today

  • 1 year ago

    by Star

    It’s sooooo good to read something from you, but it’s really sad.

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