My Child

February 28, 2010
My Child, I have nothing left to spare.
Your hungry, cold as stone, your shoes are too small.
I have nnot a dime to give.
Mommy, my bones ache.
My child, your eyes wide, white, and pleading.
We sit behind closed locked doors.
Our half naked bodies trembling.
The tears on your clouded cheeks fall.
For i my child will battle this.
Mommy, when will the angels come?
Through my bloodshot eyes
I will seek the voice within me
My child, once we're set free
Step upon the delicate grass with your bruised feet.
Oh! my child, I'll fight this
We'll fight this!
My child
Oh my child

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Poet4God This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 25, 2010 at 9:51 pm
This is very well written, keep up the good work!
FlyleafFreak said...
Mar. 21, 2010 at 8:16 pm
Wow, this is amazing, very unique and detailed. I love your style and I love the inspiration, never stop writing. <3
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