A Small Child

This tragedy of life,
A small child torn and hurt,
Her innocence taken away.
So violent was his rage,
So angry the pain...

What's going on?
What did I do?
Why is he hurting me so, tearing me,
The Pain-
I try to scream and nothing is heard.
Why is he so angry with me?
What did I do to deserve this punishment....
He's gone now, I lie here bleeding and hurt.

I'm crying, but don't know why?
Nothing's happened, not really.
I must have awaken from a bad dream,
I lie shivering, clutching my; pillow,
Finally, crying myself to sleep.

It wasn't real,
Just an evil nightmare,
The first of many I'm soon to know.
It couldn't have really happened,
So it doesn't matter how I feel...

Or does it?

Cynthia Lee