Innocence
By Beeme
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'Dumb regrets;
red-glowing
the flames from you envelop me, even as
borne on from care to care, I near the sill
of sleep.'
-Umberto Saba, Ashes
When I was a
pink-fleshed baby,
I was speechless,
unable to hurt you.
My words were
light, bright-
unattached to life;
alone, they could
do no harm.
Only as poems
addressed to you
do they cause injury,
as you try to read
hidden meanings between
the lines, although
there are none.
Everything I write
in black and white
is printed proof in
front of your eyes.
Undeniable.
If there was any place
which you could forget
the broken pulsations
of your heart, and discard
the sorrow from your eyes
whilst you read,
you'd shrink into that
aimless embryo of a man,
lie once again in the
womb of your mother,
and forget that I ever
existed.
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Comments
Really enjoyed this Beeme,
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It's certainly powerful
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That ending is chilling,
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Bother - my advice was too
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You need to put the < then /
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Really fantastic poem, but
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In that case, may I
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