And it breaks,
Not even the littlest tremble.
The fissure remains buried deep,
The smallest nudge could crumble
It into million pieces.
The perpetrator remains oblivious,
Head in clouds,
Light as a feather.
There’s nothing else I would
Want for them but to
Be unaware of the chain
Of reaction caused by their actions.
‘Cause innocence lost
Is lost forever.
Pieces of soul given up,
Can’t be retrieved at any convenient time.
As one might wish
Once the event is past.
Remain pure and unblemished,
One pays the price for fairness
‘Cause innocence lost is knowledge gained,
Through rocky paths and brambles.
Choice once made can’t be revoked,
What’s lost can’t be regained..
What’s gained can’t be ungained..
And in the meantime the fissure remains,
Buried deep – a million cracks.
Softly, silently it crumbles,
With age, with time, it weathers.