Ode Unto Creator
Child bride unites for questionable reasons,
Searching for something she cannot define,
self mutilating vindications for primal urges
acting like nothings wrong.
Dark love blunders upon a rusty nail
and from this blooms the truth.
Little girl weeps for her soul- untorn
whilst a truth festers within.
Evident, is the bareness in her eyes,
more strong than she- the truth overwhelms.
Creation of man, can bare the weight of her destruction.
Penance for her sins, she remains unsold.
Too young to stand alone,
too old to stay protected.
She becomes caged in a world of her making
- an avid spectator of an illustrious lie.