Peacefully asleep <br />tired of the journey, <br /> <br />long way did she walk... <br /> <br />A loving hand extending, <br />to touch over the dead spirit. <br /> <br />An unknown intention... <br />Honestly she woke up to respond, <br />for a moment, face hidden; <br />merely a faith in between. <br /> <br />was everything a part of game? <br /> <br />An act without shame! <br />A relation without name. <br />standing apart, seeking in herself <br />-the lost self- <br /> <br />hears the applaud of the bell’s - the evil, <br />The evils in her, laughing over <br />The triumph of joy. <br /> <br />Preening before the mirror <br />saw herself fading by... <br /> <br />A scratch unto the face of heart, <br />bloods of impurities bleed, <br />put the sacred shroud on to herself <br />like the virgin Bride <br /> <br />with a soul of a widow...<br /><br />lovita j r morang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rape-of-an-innocence/
