Current mood: awake
Category: Life

Born into this place, innocent and pure,

full of sin we are told this is for sure.

Predestined? Free will? How can that be?

A contradiction of terms ... a mystery.

But on this day she asked no questions,

Not one word could her tiny mouth speak.

Deep in the eyes that could not yet see,

One request... she said, Love Me.

It's simple and honest and created for her... this was her destiny

who could deny such an innocent plea?

Tossed into this place, into this condition

deprivation run a muck no one asked her permission.

Innocence taken before the age of seven

knowledge and truth- only the good ones go to heaven.

No 'free will'....only 'predestination'.

Holding out in quiet desperation, is it possible, could it be

one quiet question....She said..... Will you Love Me?

Who exercised this free will?

Who chose to compromise her still?

They without faces in a place with no name

Decided her fate 'predestined' for pain.

On she continues blind and unknowing... tomorrow

reflected in dark broken glasses.

her vision more tainted as each day passes

tear stained memories brought on by the masses.

Neglected, ignored, abused and broken

this is not what she would have chosen.

In rage, in fear and in doubt, who decided this plight for me

this was not my choice, Free will indeed!

I've only ever wanted one thing can you not see........

With every fiber in her being and at the top of her lungs she screamed....

Love Me!