The Innocent One

The Innocent One

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
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A poem about the innocence in people, deceived by those who are selfish, bartering with their soul

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     Hughes

       

           She was once a starry eyed girl

slumbering in her daydreams

            with eyes closed to love's harsh realities

 She never imagined the oncoming storms of life

         She was  listening only to the desires of her heart

Yielding her body and soul to those not worthy

          to share the delights of her pure, innocent love


With ears in rapt attention to the evilness of fools

          who disguised their hearts with uncaring words

meant only to deceive

         She was stabbed in her heart

by naive expectations believing

  she was under the protected canopy of truth

         her stepping stone to finding love


She became entangled in their web of lies

         Deceived by those

who used the language of traitors

Their games ignited by deception

        Her inner beauty once sealed  in purity

now smothered by the manslaughter of her soul


       The bloodshed of her once innocent beauty

The ultimate sacrifice of an innocent one

        by lies that breed the bad in some men

 

 

Her journey now ended

       she now lies like a sleeping child

protected by embracing darkness

like a comforting blanket around her

 

Now, she can let her guard down

  letting her spirit roam safe...

    Free, in the Universe of Angels

 

Once a sweet bright light in life

      Now…

         In stainless death she rests

     under the protection of the stars

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All poems written  and copyrighted by LadeeAnne ~Anne P Murray

A   ‘ Pas De Duex' of Rhythm and Visions ~

© 2011 anne p. murray- LadeeAnne


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Just the title got me thinking... and your words.. her story... how the innocent must yield some of themselves in order to survive the wolves of this world. A painful glimpse at living, and that hopeful journey into the meadow of angels.

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Added on August 30, 2011
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anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

Birmingham, AL



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I'm not an extraordinary woman, simply put... I'm just a normal, ordinary one. In my private life I am gingerly cautious with the people I meet, but fearless in the words I write. Not an extrove.. more..