Queen Of Pain Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Cry To Me


Please of
you
I so do
ask
your
my soul
must
pass

The things
that you
do
of those
whom you
care

What is it
that I must
so take
of love

To the end
twine souls
can make

You are suppose
to care
no end

If only he
could
understand
why
her pain
sorrow
would pass
to the
bye

Blood is Blood
when only a
Child
no excuse
for this
has been
done
to this
Child


I at four would
like to walk


I at four would
like to talk

Therefore
he can not
escape you

Unto you
deprive this
soul of
all that is good
not for you
any more

I have so
taken
all that you
have
thrown

Yet if you continue
your throne
I will have do
right by the
Child

Whom cannot
fight for them
selves

Proffered
For You