Rags and things to clean the mess, <br />Dull pains below the belt. <br />That day for you was dreamy- <br />Filled with smiles you never felt. <br /> <br />Fresh blood of yours was turned foul, brown <br />And drops crashed from the sky. <br />You laid there with a crooked grin, <br />But I won't ask you why. <br /> <br />So given chance, would you die <br />To save your little soul? - <br />Take back that day in creaking clouds <br />To end this 'maybe' role? <br /> <br />This game you play won't crown to you- <br />A win, but common-sense, <br />Can give to you, to us a brief <br />Return to innocence.<br /><br />Kyle Hamp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/return-to-innocence/
