Monday, July 10
{ 11:15 PM }
Since a little girl,
There she would stand.
With a torn jagged doll,
Hanging by the ragged of her clothes.
Waiting for you,
Crying out your cursed name.
You abandoned your infant child that cold bitter night,
How cruel could you be to your newborn child?
You expected her to understand your difficulty,
That very night you left her with another.
Does her cries haunt your sleep night by night?
Does your memory remind you
Of that little girl you so cold-heartedly left behind?
That day you returned,
You yearned her forgiveness,
Wanted back that sweet innocent girl you once had.
You determined both her's and your future,
By the hatred so deep she had for you,
So deep it could drown you in.
She tagged along with you,
As she watched her own suicide.
You stood there helplessly,
Watched your own daughter die.
The prison of guilt surrounding you,
Will lead to your death.
The pain you inflicted,
Was worse by far what you thought she felt.
Her pain's not felt.
Oh heartless soul,
Spare her your agony,
As she would have spared you her pity.
Oh well.
