Poem I wrote based off a fic I read about Namine. I'm sorry that I suck so badly.
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Fleeting Innocence
I see a new born; completely innocent.
She neither knows nor does wrong.
She is heedless and indifferent towards the ways of all negative criteria.
These figures holding her protectively to their chests comfort her,
She hiccups and she thinks no more of it.
I see a child, almost innocent
She doesn't fully comprehend why mommy and daddy scream at one another.
Crashing. Banging. Slamming. Thumping.
They frighten her, for unknown reasons.
She is engrossed in her dolls and thinks no more of it.
I see a teenager hardly innocent.
She resents mom and dad to the extent of hatred.
New, terrible things, she tries, adjusting to what world around her sees fit.
She yearns for an opportunity, without violence but with compassion.
She becomes too intoxicated and thinks no more of it.
I see a grown woman, not innocent.
She both knows and does wrong.
She doesn't speak to mother and father, disgusted, yet saddened, by simple memories
Her life style includes, but is not limited to, abortions and intoxicants.
She pulls the trigger on herself and thinks no more of it.