This is a poem I mad about a battered child. Feel free to throw in some comments (whether bad or good) and/or suggestions.
Despite the blissful smile you see on her face
Fragments of her bleeding heart still linger within
Memories she thought only time could erase
were still there, consuming her from under her skin
The pain she suffered only God really knows
For He has felt it too, the day of His death
How she wishes that she would die of his blows
So she would no longer feel what kills her every breath
She had lost faith that He could still save her
For she felt like the child the Lord has forgotten
and, of a rich man, the unwanted daughter
On his foot she helplessly lays, beaten. broken.
Yet here she stands, looking at me and smiling
As if nothing happened. no! no sign of regret.
She came closer, embraced me tightly saying,
I will never forget. I will never forget.
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