Get Your Premium Membership

The Day the Innocence Died

The cold winds are blowing the skies are so clear Winter is upon me as the end grows near No understanding just me and fear The sorrow just grows as I shed a tear... Visions of destruction are stuck in my head As I look all around so many people are dead A plane streaks the sky and then bursts into flames As the fortress tumbles down nothing is left the same. Sorrow grows in my heart as teardrops fill my eyes There just seems no reason for all who have died The towers tumble down and then fall to the ground Death just arises without making a sound. I look above thought I heard the angels cry It just was the sound of the innocence that died. Candles are lit as they flicker with hope While the fate of mankind seems to hang from a rope People gather together to share how they feel It's just so much happened it doesn't seem real. Visions reappear as the bell starts to toll It's seems to ring out for all those lost souls Where once stood a fortress there now is a hole I try to run and hide but there's nowhere left to go. There's silence today no planes in the sky The bell just tolls on as the day passes by I feel so much sorrow I can't help but cry A country in mourning the day the innocence died. I try to make some sense but still can't understand How can I go on I don't know if I can? I feel like a stranger in a stranger land It's the day of no innocence the time is at hand. Visions retreat my mind needs a rest I try to survive I give it my best But I just can't stop thinking of all that has died I can't shake the sorrow guilt stands at its side. I wonder what happened where it all went wrong The freedom that we have lost becomes what we long It's history repeating as we hear that same sad song Is it too late now that the innocence is gone?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things