Innocence

Innocence

Darren White

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Innocence

newborns have brains like a murky clay
they cry for the pain we close our eyes to.
we’re all scared
we’re terrified
I freeze myself and the madness in my roadmap
my lines and crosses

freedom burns so bright
for the misery that surrounds it
a tiny light

I thaw heat, round edges
emerge in warmth
after darkness, sadness, and silence
 
You always have a way Darren to keep bringing back into your poems. I read then read again and again. Wow! Thank you, LRD
 
Hi Darren, you bring me great warmth to read your poem here today. "The madness in my roadmap", what a wonderful phrase to describe the indescribable.
 
Everyone, thank you :)
 
🥰 Thank you. You have a special gift.
 
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