my poems

innocence

 In the sky,

there is one less star,

on my soul,

there is one more scar.

Oh god why,

did that child have to leave,

as I cry, 

seems I'm the only to grieve.

She moved on,

but I have not,

no more dawn,

she seems to rot.

Was she really there?

Does anybody care?

She felt my strife,

she lived my life,

dying of disdain,

tortured by pain. 

​​​​​​​Only in my head.

Innocence is dead.