The crying angel
What angel sits there
Hugging a doll
With tears in her eyes
She slowly whispers
Secrets in her ear
With tears in her eyes
Who but that doll sees?
The nights she spends
With tears in her eyes
Her mother doesn't understand
Why everyday she wakes
With tears in her eyes
Her father knows
As he puts a finger to her lips
He holds her tight,
And rapes her every night.
poem by Mariam de Haan
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
