Poetry Camp (February)
Fox-Trot-9

Day 21: Dark Nursery Rhyme

Now all is chaos in this house,
   Where we children cry;
For what we say now counts for nought,
   No matter what or why.

For everything we do is wrong
   For any reason why;
We children are but dead to you:
   You only make us cry.

The Devil has you in his power
   To make you make us cry;
So when you find us children dead,
   Don't bother asking why!

(To be continued . . .)

A/N: Currently going through some family drama, so I wrote this to blow off some steam. Darkness prevails in an unhappy house.