Poetry: The Crying Girl

The Crying Girl

Kloyde Caday

 

I

Am the ear who hears

The little girl’s cry

Of suffering, with genuine tears.

 

She, at a young age

Encounters what occurs at adult phase.

The rejection, the inhumane punishments,

Are all common to her, but she chases

 

Love, emancipation, peace. She cries

Like a lost angel in

The infinitesimal horizon. She lies,

Out of fear, her actual feelings.

 

The bruises in her arms are small gems

But were kept out of shame. Pity!

Pity her heart perforated and stained,

At a very young age. Mercy,

 

I am calling out to thou,

To dry her tears

And console the crying girl, the persecuted Jew.

Happiness, Justice. Come near her.

 

But I fret

Her when she gets

Old. Would she inculcate

The insults? And use it

 

As a vengeance to the culprit

Who maltreated the girl

With the entire devil’s might?

Unfortunately, I prophesy.

 

And there she was, crying.

 

Thanks to those who read and gave their criticisms on The Common Man! I appreciate it. You don’t have idea how indebted I am. Now I am inspired to write more poems and articles (please read my former posts regarding travels).

I wrote this poem with great conviction; this is somehow a true story. It is really hard to watch an angel cry. What do you think of the poem? There is a comment box below, and you can write everything you want. Cheers!

PS, thanks to those who helped! My problem on line  breaks is resolved!