I Am Innocent (Henry Devon Hedgepeth) Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Today is a new day of fun for me but the hands of neglect punish me with cruelty for being me.

I survived the monster that was hiding under my bed and now I must endure the monster in front of me.

Unable to withstand the blows to my mind I become my best friend and my closet is my safe haven.

I am innocent of the torture that you befriended me with; your pain has become my shattered dreams.

You were supposed to shield me from the dangers of life and now my danger is holding my life.

When I should be playing with my friends, my eyes only hold tears of bruises that I cannot escape.

Trapped in the playground of my whereabouts, I fell onto your fists of love that said I am sorry.

Your life of love has created a life of mistrust for love; I am innocent of your love of broken pains.

Searching for times when I could play house, your house has drowned me with hunger and sleep.

Now I lay me down to sleep but your hot words of unrest have me covered with sheets of misery.

I dream of candy land and I am sailing with smiles of laughter as my body takes flight for peace.

The day that I met you it was angels and harps; I am innocent of your lost dreams of stardom.

Catching the butterflies in my truth, your hands of persuasion deny my time of nature in the sun.

Not knowing I am supposed to have freedom with each step I take, your steps are my cage for life.

Building a wall around my emotions, I become distracted within my mind and find misguided behavior.

Your light of protection has me shinning in darkness; I am innocent of your Nobel Peace Prize of love.

Facing your ways of life, I cry for days of school to hold me in the morning from my house of captor.

My home is infested with whelps of sorrow and dens of marks on my skin that I hide in my body.

My face has become your radar of choice for punishment within your tears of anguish that has you lost.

I am innocent of your tears of hatred that fell upon you in the days of your love that derailed you.

Having the courage to enlist others in my secret, I find quietness from your swelling words of anger.

Your abandonment became my prison of hostile touches as I withheld my dreams of youth.

Sensing your time of heartfelt endings, I give my heart to heaven and my soul is resting on clouds of joy.

Your betrayal of the gift entrusted to you has your breath of life ending in you; I am innocent of your pain.


Written by Theodore Mosley
May 19,2015