Friday, March 4, 2011

Resigned to Fate Series: Cries

A child she was,
Until nine
Laughter on her face,
A smile on her frame,
Until womanhood
Was thrust upon her.
In one frightful moment,
It was gone,
Innocence died and,
Rape was born

A swollen womb,
Crawled to life,
While swollen eyes
That once held tears,
Bore the cross
Of manic want,
In one brief moment,
It was gone,
Innocence died,
a bastard, born

Pointed fingers,
Hushed whispers,
No hands to help,
No kindness or warmth,
She cried with pain,
That numbed and seared,
Her last cry
Was the baby's first
He cried,
Her father and his
Alas! What cruelty,
When innocence dies
And incest is born.

No comments:

Post a Comment