innocence lost

echoes of yesterday
         mix with vibrations of tomorrow
               bringing about the cacophony of today

and in the middle stands the child
         hands over his ears
   lips parted
               in a silent cry
         never to be heard

shadows
   both past and present
sweet and bitter
         weave at his feet

and in the chaos of the moment
      innocence is lost to Guile
            and childhood to Pandemonium

undone
         unfinished
                     unwanted

he weeps alone

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