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When Innocence Bleeds

Updated on November 10, 2013
innocence from Harry Hartanto
innocence from Harry Hartanto
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Judgement from David Kessler
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She walks alone from Flavio Spugna
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Purple Wildflower from Julia Clark
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Hope from waqar bukhari

When Innocence Bleeds

By Tony DeLorger © 2103

She walks in a shallow trench,

amid the festered streets of home,

lower than the common folk,

the false faces of denial

that judge a fallen wretch.

And she sees not their doom,

instead believes her falling just,

for men have tainted all she knows,

with vile lust and ignorance.

Still she walks alone,

pierced by poison darts,

their sting a reminded of a defiled life,

innocence torn from will,

the prospect of love a distant dream.

Those stares, cold and hard,

keep her in that trench,

with women scorn, lascivious men besmirch,

she clenches eyes, pleading nightmares,

but on it goes, that judgement,

and her heart aches for freedom.

A child stops before her, smile broad,

and hands her a purple wild flower,

and she takes it, confused,

as the child skips on to pleasured, innocent youth.

It's petals glisten with morning dew,

new, alive,

and gives her hope, a lightness of heart,

that rarely appears,

and she walks on, basket in hand,

to survive another day,

the weight of the world just a little less.

Judgement is simply the lack of understanding, because what we judge is more often something we have already or will endure in life. Knowing this changes perspective.


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