What Offense
Heart of porcelain with crimson lips
Cracks a gap toothed grin
But troubled cobalt eyes
Reflect a sorrow deep within
Chestnut locks obscure his sight
As he now hangs his head
He shrinks in silence suddenly
His countenance speaks dread
I look to see what force has come
To bring about the change
But, when I behold the source
It seems no longer strange
The one who glowers at the boy
Contorts his face with rage
What could this little child have done
At such a tender age
To provoke unbridled hate
And fury from this man
Who should be cherishing his son
I cannot understand
He roughly drags the boy away
I watch in frozen fear
Saline heat runs down my cheek
One single, bitter tear
Inspired by Sami Al-khalili's contest, "Face of All Emotions"
Copyright © Donna Golden | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment