The Child

-The Child

When the child is born, is she aware?
Love’s price: a mile high, who cares?

Innocence is brutally murdered.
Strife and Pain creeps in.
How does she bear?

Painfully she creates the mask.
The face she wears.

Sarcasm and Hurt hides carefully,
Anger and Laughter treads lightly.
She smiles, she frowns, she stares.

Her identity is very confusing indeed.
The mask once strong and firm,
Grows thin and feeble.

Love and Anger battle.
Death and Life’s swords clash.
No rest is allowed.

Oh God, watch over her.
Keep her safe and sound.
Give her lessons on happiness.

Brown eyes age too quickly.
Life made her mature, not wise.
Always she mourns for sweet Innocence.

Let me ask you again.
Listen carefully this time.
When the child is born, is she aware?
Love’s price: a mile high, who cares?





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Emily_Nicole said...
Feb. 19, 2010 at 8:55 pm
wow thats really awesome. i completley agree with what crazyforchrist said....
 
crazyforchrist This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 13, 2010 at 7:21 pm
wow. great stuff :) and thanks for the comment you left on my "why god?" poem. I like the line "Love and Anger battle. Death and Life's swords clash. No rest is allowed" that I believe is so true sometimes. It just speaks millions to how I feel when things get especially tough. It just seems to wear you out doesn't it? haha
 
roseann This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Feb. 16, 2010 at 11:46 pm
thnx, ur comment is a real booster. yeah it does wear u down. it sometimes feels as if i'll never make it but somehow i always do. i feel so much better when i write a poem or when i read a poem that someone writes it seems to speak especially to me. :D thnx.
 
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