Post by behindTHEmask on Sept 29, 2005 15:52:39 GMT -8
I think the title should be reworded, but it's the point of the entire poem.
Raped Innocence.
You cry out so loud,
but no one ever hears your voice
so faint behind the dancing shadows
that cover wreaking disaster.
Innocence was ripped from your eyes,
stolen by the undeserving
and used to the advantage
that gained you nothing but bad name.
Secrets spread through ears
and fall silently off lips
with owners that won’t renounce
this fabricated battle of diseased words.
Your voice isn’t much of a voice
now that you’ve been taken from yourself
and given to another,
to be used against you.
Fairness breaches through no walls
and offers no council to side with you,
the guiltless girl,
the naïve child, who knew nothing.
These lessons in life are never printed in black and white,
but gained through experiences that haunt you,
leaving you screaming when you’re dumb,
and seeing when you’re blind.
They leave you feeling guilty by the stares
that state anything but the moment,
where you conditioned yourself
to believe them.
You cry out so loud
but your voice is ignored
because the truth is never as exciting
as the mendacities whispered in the sunlit shadows.
Raped Innocence.
You cry out so loud,
but no one ever hears your voice
so faint behind the dancing shadows
that cover wreaking disaster.
Innocence was ripped from your eyes,
stolen by the undeserving
and used to the advantage
that gained you nothing but bad name.
Secrets spread through ears
and fall silently off lips
with owners that won’t renounce
this fabricated battle of diseased words.
Your voice isn’t much of a voice
now that you’ve been taken from yourself
and given to another,
to be used against you.
Fairness breaches through no walls
and offers no council to side with you,
the guiltless girl,
the naïve child, who knew nothing.
These lessons in life are never printed in black and white,
but gained through experiences that haunt you,
leaving you screaming when you’re dumb,
and seeing when you’re blind.
They leave you feeling guilty by the stares
that state anything but the moment,
where you conditioned yourself
to believe them.
You cry out so loud
but your voice is ignored
because the truth is never as exciting
as the mendacities whispered in the sunlit shadows.
