Evelyne Poetry

A lonely Child

A lonely child that is in the verge of finding peace of mind
She’s waken by the despiteful attempts of her only home she had ever known
As she lay down a since of peace being to flow

She was no longer alone and worried about tomorrow
She was waiting for the door to open to set her free
As the night went on the angel arrived with her mother
While she would sit in front of her bed, she would listen to her lovely songs once again.

As the child heard these hurtful words that cuts like a knife deep into her heart
She never said a word to anyone.
As she fail asleep with a wounded heart without even imagining the damage she going through.

She would be dreaming of her peace in harmony while days went on
That I have seen in the heart of a child that was once was like me.

By: Martine Evelyne Duverger