Saturday, October 21, 2006

Cry for the children

Tears of sorrow dripping down
slowly falling, dropping
where there was a smile, now a frown
the child cries sobbing.
Great waves of pain splash against the soul
piercing stabbing heart
what becomes if the child told?
will Mommy and Daddy part?
he said he loved me
he said it clear
now hes gone
& I'm alone with fear
my body aches-
feels so dirty- rotten
but to him
my trauma is soon forgotten.
a child is left somewhat alive
all alone ...
to rot inside.
Tears dropping dripping fast
fears mounting high above
what I have done? the child asks
I thought he told me... this was love.

~violet leaves~