A Small Childs Plea

This is a poem I wrote

** disclaimer, may be triggering for some.

Father,

How could you let this transpire? Could you not have known?Did you not see the man who robbed me of my innocence?Did you turn a blind eye and look the other way?

Mother,

Where is your warm embrace? I yearned to snuggle against your warm bosom longing for the closeness we once shared. But never again will I feel that special bond.

God,

How could you let me fall victim to this torment?Innocence gone. Purity lost forever to be stowed away in a world all alone.

I

look in the mirror and what do I see? Tearless, void and haunting eyes. A stone facade veiling a transparent face. And I wonder, what had I done to merit the brutality?