The loss of memories,
Not even remembering one’s face,
Of even our own past not recognizing a trace,
We can be defined only by our memories,
Our windows into the foggy past,
Without which we are but lost entities.
 
What is loss of innocence?
The cease of that sprightly dance,
That defines the bliss, the childhood,
It overpowers the desire to be good.
Like a child who understands how to do harm,
No power can stop this wrong.
 
The loss of appetite,
A change as sudden as darkness to light,
For that which we have always yearned,
As if our opinions so suddenly turned,
Our desires instantly naught,
And we cast away what once we sought.