DESCRIPTION
A poem about the end of innocence. Inspired by a rebellious friend who seemed at peace only when he was asleep. I also drew from my own personal emotions and experiences to write the verses. [183 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I'm a 15-year-old Freshman from Montana. I have been writing poetry since 7th grade. When writing I try to leave the world behind and borrough into my soul bringing out the hidden emotions that make up my spirit. I watch as my spirit guides my hand across the paper and from the pen flows the essence of my soul to paint the lines that come together to form the verse. I let my soul take over and create a work of art. [May 2001]
Sprinkled across his eyes lies the dust of sleep
Peace descends upon him from above
Years have passed, not once did I find that peace
Present in his sleep this clear midnight
Childhood’s innocence held the fierce force within
As innocence floated away with the programming of society
The brace that fortified the once mighty fortress, fell away
The peace of childhood buried under fallen innocence
Remaining was a rebellious voice
Demanding vengeance upon the destroyer
Of this once great fortress that now lay in ruins
Cast down by the arrogant churning masses
Rebellious instincts taking their grip
Peace was hidden away
Concealed from all who sought it
Buried beneath the ruins of innocence
Only when the sweet angels from above
Lay the adolescent down to bed
Does the peace return
Brought forth by the wings of angels
It descends, covering the heart
From the brutal controlling instincts
Rebellion has been subdued
Peace has returned
But not for long
Soon it will be burned off
By the sun’s ever reaching rays
As dawn arises and the moon says farewell
Farewell to peace
Until dusk floods the sky
And the stars shine bright
And the angels come to hover above those who sleep
To all who struggle
Those torn from their innocence
Peace I leave with you
God Bless
READER'S REVIEWS (1) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"As strange as this may seem to you, because only recently have you began to learn it, peace is achieved by conflit, that is the burden and the privelege of adult life. Your poem is simple, melodic and beautifull as only things that flow from the Soul do." -- Iseldar Kay.
TO DELETE UNWANTED REVIEWS CLICK HERE! (SELECT "MANAGE TITLE REVIEWS" ACTION)
Submit Your Review for Ruins Of Innocense
Required fields are marked with (*). Your e-mail address will not be displayed.