Loss of Innocence
What should we do if we are ethically lazy?
A blind leads a blind; all are crazy.
Our hearts shrank despite our wisdom.
My soul slipped from love to schism.
Who are the enigmas in our own reflection?
A chilly heart prevents affection.
Why is it so stark as Gothic inner strife?
while a few are weird and odd in daily life.
We're puzzled, determined, and upset.
It implies those who have been beset.
We don't recognize the culture or people.
Our hearts and minds die like an easel.
Yet, being nightly, they long for daylight.
We make flaws, yet we want to be right.
Despite my best efforts, I feel very insipid.
Yet, having a proud spirit, this man is frigid.
My spirit is hit by the loss of innocence.
I'm still here, sipping my coffee fragrance.
We must fight the urge to feel remorseful.
Since my origins, I have been resourceful.
What remains inside is only pain and humor.
The unique items left are tears and banter.
The unmistakable variable in the universe
Never has my dilemma felt so full of promise.
Your lack of light scares you behind.
My bad spirit brightens my mind.
within the shrine's mystical confines.
I dwell on the ossuaries of my brain's design.
Written: August 20, 2022
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