Poems I Write

Torture

She cries out as a blow gets in,

Her mother has just sinned,

Her father has left her all alone,

Abandoned and without a home,

Freaking out every night,

Her mother is there to fight,

Crying all alone she is,

Beaten and alone she is,

Crying out for some help,

No one comes as she yelps,

Her mother used a knife this time,

Now it’s her time to die,

The angel comes and sings sweetly,

Of a life away from all this torture,

And as she’s lifted to the Heavens above,

Her mother becomes sober,

She watches as her mother cries,

For the girl who was lost dies,

And in the end she was a mom,

But it’s too late cuz the girl is gone.