When a child cries.

The tears are falling in neat little groups.
Creating a nice little puddle on the pillow.
The salty taste all over her lip.
The smell of the salt penetrates her nose.

The child cries in vain.
No tears can save her from the pain.
No tears can ease her suffering.

The angels watch over the child.
But can do nothing to save her.
The angels cry to their master.
He who owns the key to the childs future.

The child cries in vain.
Alone in the shadows of pain.
The darkness of suffering.

The father of this child can not see.
The pain he brings to her life.
He can never fully understand.
Or try to stop himself from it.

The child stops crying.
She sits up in her bed.
And no more tears will fall.

The father enters a silent room.
The darkness makes it hard to see.
On the bed the child lies.
Her sheets coverd in her own blood.

When a child cries.
The heavens bleeds.
Yet no one helps.

Copyright 2007 Nyorioko.

Poetry by Nyorioko
Read 390 times
Written on 2007-09-01 at 11:19

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