Grief

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In silent pain they sit and weep
Wrapped in agony so deep
Full of hurt, nothing to gain
For the children who never sleep

They pray for God their souls to keep
Then lightly they nap
Afraid of hands cold and bad
Will use them as they sleep

The hands wait hard as stones
Until the child can not
Hold her eyes from closing
When they do she is caught

For fear, the utter terror
For the wee one so easy to use
The hands fondle their innocence
Eager to hurt and abuse

And so little by little the small ones
With blue circles etched under their eyes
Learn to fear every one
Learn their beds to despise

And in hell they wonder
Asking God to weep
For the endless hours of wakefulness
For the children who never sleep

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