honor

RSS

By eleanor maslen

A child lost in hide away places dreaming of love of calm gently faces soon to be an angel torn from life for his father is evil and carries a knife the boy has no hope as he pleads with this man who preys on a child at his waist does he stand but his father knows not of the laws of mercy as i close my eyes from what i see before me.

This poem has no votes yet.

To vote, you must be logged in.

To leave comments, you must be logged in.

No comments yet.