There Is A Child Who Sits And Broods

There Is A Child
Who Sits And Broods

Over Her Inability To Age
Tingling With The Need

To Run Her Shaking Fingers
Over The Hands

Of The Boy Beside Her.
There Is A Child

Who Sits And Stares
Out The Window

Towards The Ocean
Because Dreaming Is The Method

She Must Use
To Save A Smile.

There Is A Child
Who Sits And Weeps

Over Innocence Forgotten
And Experience Neglected

With The Rising Tide
And Crashing Waves.

There Is A Child
Who Will Lay Down

Beneath A Shroud
To Be Abandoned

And No Mother Will Dare Mourn
In The Wake Of Her New Day.