Today’s Prompt: Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.
Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.
In No Sense of Innocence
I seriously don’t feel like writing now, but I’m going to get this done.
Anytime at all, for me, writing and creating will always be fun.
I wanna write about the loss of innocence
A feeling that we behave without an inner sense.
Remember as a kid – how we used to live life as a whole
Now all we do is make our relationships full of many a hole.
We were fascinated by even the shape of a cloud
Now we’re indifferent even to the wonders of the computing Cloud.
We used to laugh out loud at the silliest of jokes
Now we type LOL to anything from our folks.
I recollect the struggle to remember mathematical tables
and the simple joy of listening to ‘happily-ever-after’ fables.
Now I merely have switched to mundane calculators
And we read books with blood and gory killers.
Back then, satisfaction was an ice-cream on a hot summer’s day
Now, we reach for another cigarette – even after filling an ashtray.
As kids, we would fight, a fight which wasn’t worth a dime
And then makeup, forgetting the inflammable crime.
But today, a spark is enough to set up a forest fire,
And help is scarce – even when the need is dire.
But then, what happened between the two?
What happened in the time we took to grew?
Have we lost the ability to showing care?
And have we ended up only being able to virtually share?
We do of course see some hope.
Or else humanity wouldn’t cope.
In our hearts, let innocence remain.
It is with that, that sadism is slain.
Let us look for us all to have happiness gained
If necessary, we shall grow up once again.
The other two parts: