work in progress - The Unwanted Child

not sure about this one... just some thoughts

The unwanted child

the innocent black sheep

(Slowly poisoned by the clock

infected moments, cursed)

Hurt herself a little

and was a little ill

Mother was a statue

Father was a fire

Unwanted little girl

a bird afraid to fly

Became a slave to water

the rivers and the seas

Became an heir to dreams,

wishes and false promises

Demons of black smoke

and ghosts follow her

She saw them, she sensed

Alone she dwelled, away

Scratched the wall

Burned her skin

(To become pure

To be beautiful)

Regret, shame, sickness

Confused paths and solitude

She howled with wolves

and spoke with dogs

The unwanted child

Her wings slowly decaying

as she shed her pointless tears

and cry for love that wastes her

Author's Note

this is a work in progress