Little Child

In a dark room,

I see a glowing tear.

I go closer and see,

a face full of fear.

There's a little child,

clutching his knees.

His weeping eyes,

seem to be begging, "Please."

I pick him up,

only to find.

The bruises and welts,

that were left behind.

By a person with no heart,

who must be insane.

To leave a little child,

in such horrible pain.

When I look at that face,

I cannot understand,

how any human being,

could use such a cruel hand.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

One of my early poems...I was a teen when I wrote this in 1982

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