The Child Cries
The child inside cries.
I ignore it.
I don't know how to answer.
What do I say?
It says hold me!
Make the pain stop!
I don't know what to do.
I ignore that cry and it grows weak.
Finally I can rest the cries have stopped.
As I sleep it cries again.
I live that child's life out in my dreams.
The lonely painful empty life!
She scares me!
How can I protect her; this echo of my past?
A child with no mother to nurture it.
A child with no father to protect it.
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