No Longer The Innocent Soul Is This Now

A poem from the short collection: From Seed To Soil.

A moment upon which to think,
To measure the might and the will of a dream.
Society floods upon Dublin’s old Streets,
A colourful night, but the death of a queen.

She sits in a room, so small and alone.
The plans of her life nothing more than a hope.
She once had a smile; she once had a grip,
But now with the news of another, it stops.

The houses, the cars, the nights on the town,
The walks upon beaches on beautiful morns,
The elegant dresses, the shoes and the crown.
All crash with her thoughts of the one to be born.

Oh how they will stare, oh how they will point,
So young, and to bear, oh the Gods they will curse.
Yet she hasn’t sworn blind, struck a beggar or torn,
Not a life she has murdered and yet – this is worse.

Oh the dreams, they are gone, and all which once was.
No longer the innocent soul is this now.
For what lies in the shadows will define this young girl.
To give, or to hold, or give darkness it’s bow.

Written by Shane Ferguson
On The 19th August 2010