The Home Of An Innocent Poem by Leslie Neiwert

The girl stood in the shadows, hidden away against the black of night. Something was strange; happening inside of her.
The glistening of the moon held no color strands compared to the inkiness she felt. Nothing was normal to her anymore.
Her life was in front of her; everything she ever knew, everything she ever had. And little by little, bit by bit, her heart fell back into its depression.
Funny how things happen, isn't it? Nothing could be the same to her anymore. Not the trees nor breeze that blew its silent breath, not the stars shinning nor the sweat glistening from the heat.
It's no longer the same for her as her sky blue eyes shimmered with tears; where were the people to help her in her time of need?
Her house and belongings, her childhood love and memories, each burning away with these flames flickering against the scene.
Nothing was the same as she stood against the shadows, tears silently falling from the inky blackness of her emotions as she watched her home burning.