The Torment Of The Innocent Poem by Keith R. Mansfield

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