Again and again she trusts his heart is true <br />Holding back her tears and fears <br />Because she knows her mother is broken too <br /> <br />Her heart now is truly nothing but dead <br />It could be the last I see <br />I'll manage one more fight she said <br />For I am nothing without me <br /> <br />She comes home to bitter silence <br />An almost feeling of content <br />And to her it makes no sense <br />But soon she'd realize where he went <br /> <br />He was off to drink to make her life a hell <br />She knew not why or when <br />But she knew she could never tell <br /> <br />She looks over and glances in the mirror <br />What's wrong with this child so brutally said <br />And as she began to cautiously tear <br />She limply lies with thoughts racing on her head <br /> <br />She never knew when it would end <br />Hanging on her last potential life <br />She wondered if her heart could ever mend <br /> <br />Her life so endlessly torn <br />Her heart so raggedly worn <br /> <br />When would he realize the pain he inflicts <br />On the child this poem so vividly depicts<br /><br />Lydia Bratton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-s-wrong-with-this-child/
