Painting by Mike Mahon

The Loss Of Innocence

I look and stare up above,
I await the coming rain,
I wish it would wash away the pain.

I sing a song to soothe the hurt.
I seek some balm to use as salve.
I wonder why I cry.

I mourn the loss of innocence,
I long for carefree days when
I could giggle with the wind.

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