Child, beautiful child, what would I do-
To close one by one all your opened wounds,instead
To heal each and every single ugly and oozing scars...
That you seem to carry in your whole body,heart and soul
Child, poor pretty child,
You were born with a glowing star in your heart,
Innocent and pure as unshedded white snow,
Your whole story has been rewritten in bloody cruel abuse...
Child,child, pretty and sweet child!
Where are they all her barbies and her toys?
They're now forgotten, in a clattered closet collecting only dust,
While she wipes one by one all the tears from tired, swollen eyes.
Thoughts, painful memories,madness! she has lived with for too long...
Pushing away all those veils, the blinding mist from her soul,
Painfully staring at white stark walls...empty space...
As she starts reminicing more between her laughter and her tears
Help STOP child abuse!Help STOP child abuse! Help STOP child abuse.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008
