Lost Innocence

"Lost innocence."

Yearning for a day,
of innocence and youth,
a day of the past,
long gone and lost

The smell of summer grass
too distant in memory
To be filled with tragedy and loss

Oh, what a prison!
what a state of suppression!

The youth and their ignorance
of that I am jealous
Wishing upon growth
what of which benefits?
Except the state of imprisonment

From that which is good
from that which is pure
From harmony and ignorance

A Bliss!
Oh, the things I would give
to smell the grass as I once did

Yet the smell,
in turn for harmony,
exchanged for brutality,

Of which reality is set,
one must dwell in,
for what may seem like eternity.

So I tell them this,
the youth and the innocent
Capture the smell of which I say,
Cherish and nourish it

For brutality is bound,
Your innocence lost,
reality is sure of it.

Reviews

[Andrew (not Andy, A.J. ..]

Good poem. I really like the way you express a yearning for inosence.
Umm...the meter is a little wierd in places. Some lines are short, some are long. Some stanza's are two lines, others are three, or four, or five.
Good work.

[Gav Mac]

I think most adults have felt the same way at times. Great poem wich definately sparked empathy within myself. Such a great message behind it. Thanks for sharing mate.