The Loving Loss Of Innocence

The loving loss of innocence

The battle with existence

Can we change

With the spinning sun

Without blame for anyone

Or no shame and all fun

And no name for the gun

That shot a hole in all that can’t last

And the blood that ran so fast

Cast a shadow on the hand

That tries reaching through the dark

And yearning for a spark

Climbing out of the womb

But digging a tomb

And the loving loss of innocence

Is passed in a hurry

Memories blurry

So the mind tells a story

To understand the cost

To deal with loss

And suffer without guilt

And a new innocence is built

Not out of memories or dreams

But in the present moment called

Nothing

Poem By Ryan Hughes