Death of innocence

Death of innocence

A Poem by Rose Downing
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I don't know how to describe this poem.

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I used to like the rain.
Even just the sound of it washed my soul clean.
When I was younger I could feel the wind with my heart.
It was blowing through me. Stirring me.
Flooding my I am.
My heart is a smoker's tongue polluted slowly by toxic time.
It spelt upon my heart, corroding it away.
Noxious maturity smoked up, choking my center.
Huffing to death my heart cells.
When I reminisces, I elapse into the past and feel it again.
Warm and electrifying.
Filling and comforting.
I love these old echos.
Emotional fingerprints of an illusion we call time.
As much a phantom as now, only blurrier.
As much a phantom as me, only fuller.
The rain can't wash what isn't there.

© 2020 Rose Downing


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Rose Downing
Rose Downing

The Road, OR



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I've been traveling all my life throughout the pacific north west. I grew up mainly in cities, country ranches, country bars, cemeteries, and the burbs. I'm also fun at parties. I've won 1st place in .. more..

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