Innocent

Chained Dolls Free Verse Poetry

Collisions within the mind escape.
I remain whole – never complete,
torn – never broken.

Tears fall as my corpse rots
below the willows – seeds of damnation.
I blossom in death,
never invited to my burial.
Beauty lies in my procession
where life remains.
I was not there – innocent,
still guilty I’ve become.

Show me fields of everlasting peace,
pastures of flower beds welcoming rain.
My dawn embraces your nights
where juvenile tales bid farewell to truths
and the arc of the sky escapes the mind,
colliding with shame.
I never hindered your growth
still the pillage of my soul redeems.

I pay the cost to justify your lies.
I was not there – innocent,
still guilty I’ve become.
Innocent Copyright © 2008 Anna M. Asbury


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