Dama Tristeza

Rookie (8-24-93 approx.11PM / Queens, NYC, NY)

Innocence - Poem by Dama Tristeza

Torn and broken, on the floor.
Was this my wish, or something more?
The one thing I can never get back,
Is gone now, no matter the regret.

Shattered and maimed, on the floor.
Can people really be evil to the core?
They think thirteen was the first time someone tried,
In reality, I was only five.

These feelings do naught but swirl within;
Should I ever truly trust in men?
All in all, a total of three.
Only one can say, 'She trusts in me.'

The occurence did make denial run deep;
Now here I sit, in shame; no peace.
I've one thing left to say to thee:
Innocence, you have forsaken me.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 20, 2011


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