Children full of innocence
happy as can be.
Never knowing that evil
can be someone yet unseen.
Trusting the people
who are there to protect.
Instantly loosing that trust
when the people forget.
Believing the perpetrator
can lead to to a deep crater.
One full of pain and heartache
that can sometimes lead to a few mistakes.
Learning to live life through the pain.
Can definitely lead to future gain.
What happens next can make or break you
and sometimes you have a sense of deja vu.
Howver, I lost my innocence
that cold, fateful day.
When you sent me to die
in that man's dirty bed.
About the Creator
ScarpettaBlaze
I have been writing all my life. Started when I was about 9 or 10 with little short stories. whatever came into my head. I have had a couple of my poems published. Abandoned being one of them. I am a woman, wife, mother and grandmother
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