The child sat quietly in the corner. <br /> The hurt he felt not visible to the eye. <br /> The pain was real and deep. <br /> All he could do was sit and cry. <br /> <br /> The confrontation was ugly. <br /> The words were hurtful from the start. <br /> The remorse he felt for what he'd done <br /> was genuine and from the heart. <br /> <br /> His crime, a foolish mistake, <br /> a glass of kool-aid spilled on the floor. <br /> He had been told not to carry drinks. <br /> But, childlike, he had forgotten once more. <br /> <br /> His apology fell on deaf ears. <br /> It seemed no one wanted to hear. <br /> The carpet was worth more than he. <br /> He wished he could just disappear.<br /><br />Ernie Gill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-crying-child-excerpts/
