A Snowangel Massacred
by Shy Leigh
i lost my wings
i gave them up
without a fight
the lines of
innocence are blurred
..G'night, G'night sweet snowangel, fairytales and lullabies
G'night, G'night marshmallows, pigtails and pony rides
G'night G'Night, my dreams, my love, and my first kiss.
G'night, G'Night, this is the murder of my innocence...
a struggle to survive
of who I was and
who I am
and who's to come...
...no more bedtime stories, no more marmalade...
...no more dress-up, no more koolade...
...no more teaparties, no more teddybears...
...no more make-believe; broken firefly jars...
can you differentiate between
You thought you stole it all,
but you'll never have all of me.
((...i am not wasted,
i am still waiting for you...))
Posted on 05/03/2003
Copyright © 2021 Shy Leigh
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/05/03 at 06:02 PM|
Surely the wake up call in lively verse of pubescense. Yet, the child remains, perhaps well hindden, in the human breast. A most striking question? "Can you differentiate between virginity and purity?" That really gives one pause!
|Posted by Stephanie Kent on 10/17/03 at 01:58 AM|
I love the way you conveyed the message of this poem...and what a neat ending:)
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/12/03 at 07:26 PM|
Painful and indignant little verse that shows the sense of loss when one sheds their innocence. The feeling that everything has changed and there is no going back. Wicked little verse that really makes the reader sit up and take notice.