Lost Innocence

Shame replaces innocence
as we build another fence,
to hide from prying eyes
and keep alive, the lies,
that hold us trapped within,
a glacial cage a la Merlin.

Sentient and painfully aware,
immobile, powerless, we stare,
through icy walls of our own
creation, forlorn and alone,
waiting for that balmy breeze
to melt away the deep freeze

or perhaps a shattering blast,
that sets us free at long last,
broken and splintered, but free,
to start over, to wait and see,
the longevity of innocence
regained, the onset of pretense,

a manifestation of original sin,
to keep us from scoring a win,
over any ingredient of shame,
in a never-ending human game,
of building walls and fences,
and hiding, behind fortified defenses.

1 Comment

  1. I liked this poem especially the ending and I commented upon the same on our shared blog but what disappoints me is that after so many days there still isn't much addition to your personal blog? What are you off writing these days? Especially prose. I wish to read that incisive, insightful, engrossing prose of yours. 🙂


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