Poetry | Innocence

I hunger for innocence – simpler times,
When nothing and no one hurts me except a scrape on my knee
From playing too much under the sun,
Or when the jar ran out of cookies,

I had opened my eyes
And now I can’t unsee
All this unnecessary pain and misery,
When has it become so complicated?
It must have started on that first kiss
Or the train ride on the way to my first job,

Untainted from the harsh breath of adulthood,
I weep for the child
Lost in my attempt to grow up too fast.



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