Poetry

Like the artifacts of ruins, 
you look back 
at the lost innocence. 
 
Too much knowing, 
was hurting. 
Life does not spare you twice. 
 
You arrive incognito 
in the jungle of 
fake hugs and kisses. 
 
Innovative. The fear 
strikes, bites with 
a lethal sting. 
 
Could not reverse 
the anhydrous eyes. 
Trying to exhaust the vision.