Remembering what is lost
To the lost ones
The lights are always bright at night
swaying in the midnight sky, silent
but speaking loudly to my mind, and everything seems euphoric
slow but in full motion
but back to reality....
I walk in the night enjoying the light breeze
when someone lurks in the shadows
allowing me to feel threatened, but not too much
then a friend walks by, not really a friend, but an acquaintance
with his big smile, cherry lips, god given body, and smooth lyrics
that seem to make love to my ears so i invite him into my zone
of conversation but not my knowledge of anything else
just simple conversation then he seems to get the idea that a walk
in the night, on the sidewalk, in the dark, in the black is the
opportunity of all opportunities to take, to steal, to force
Maybe just maybe he was hungry for love and acceptance
but my tainted mind speaks otherwise
that he yearned for power and determination in which he never
possessed
He injected a sin into my heart and tainted my soul in the most
sexually way that allowed hate to tempt me
Now walks at night no longer exists
now even walks in the morning are scary
walks in the afternoon are clouded with paranoia and panic
i remember what was taken not given
but i have gained a certain knowledge that i did not have before
knowledge of my surroundings and the cruel intentions
of those that lurk around me
So i sit remembering what is lost
it was more than my power that was lost that warm cool
night that swiftly turned cold
it was my will, my soul, my love, my innocence
gone.
