At the Mercy of Destruction

As the hand wielding the pains of the past
Comes down again: SMACK!
Twice more: SMACK! SMACK!
Right down on the back of a helpless child,
It's just another day gone by.

In the eyes of a child,
Fear glistens as another tear trickles down
Her red, swollen face.
The face knows pain:
Knows the drunken rage of her father,
Knows the whip of a belt against her bruised skin.

As she grows older,
She loses the will to go on,
For the beating never stops.
Pain fills her calendar:
Yesterday's still lingers throughout her body,
At times, immobilizing her.

Today is still new:
Thoughts of depression clouds her mind.
The only thing in her future are more beatings,
More pain to linger in her body
From the previous day to the next.

As she grows older,
She loses the sense of love,
Having no parental figures.
Afraid to fall head over heals fore someone,
Her head clogged with past pains,
Not allowing it to heal, not allowing to forgive and forget.

For they might make the desolate hole in her heart
Even darker, even deeper.

As she grows older,
She knows her final days will come;
Bruises lift off her body;
Life as she knows it, is becoming a distant memory.
Soon, she will be resting in peace.