Dying Child

Blood rolls down her cheeks and hands
it is a sight others cant seem to stand
I stare in sympathy as she falls on her knees
her torturer not hearing her cries and pleas

her expression is tired her eys are sad
she seems to have flashbacks of the life she's had

she overlooked her days of the past
Knowing her happy times never would last
she remembers the fun moments one and the other
now heartlessly taken away by her abusive father.