Sobs,
thunder claps forewarning
of father's furry,
usher in the tears
of pain from a child's soul.
' What have I done Daddy? '
Silent questions
tormenting the fragile
minds of the innocent.
A tiny mind,
devoid of thought,
A tiny body,
incapable of motion,
caught in the grips
of paralyzing fear.
Broken is trust,
in the light of the leather,
threatening the peace
of a child's world.
In the wake of the pains
and the world's blackening sky,
One question remains
' Why Daddy why? '
krm 4/10/21
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem