Innocence I have lost
Innocence I have lost.
Somewhere between the ears.
I know better.
I know the direction to go.
I love. I stand.
I am quiet.
The duck’s quack echoes louder against the bomb shelters.
Than I speak.
I am unsure,
Afraid of rejection.
I churn and turn and walk away.
What if?
I am scared for another.
Am I scared for me?
I shouldn’t be.
Author Note: acknowledging that i knew i could have done better
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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