You Poor Thing Poem by Katellyne Baker

Every night she cried,
every sight, she'd sworn she died.

She never saw the beauty of the ugly world, not
with her ankles chained to her helpless cage,
her loving family, swarming around her with such rage.

She had a bright heart, with such a dark life,
she was full of music, she could even beat a fife.

It was like she knew everything...
only she knew so little,
but what's a girl to do, when
her bones are broken and brittle.

All her so called loved ones did was mock.
as the hourglass of her life
went tick tock...tick tock...

There was nothing i could do,
but stand there, chained with my shackles
and say...
'Oh you poor thing...'

She had such big dreams
of becoming such big things.

but what can a girl do
when her soul is stolen
and shattered.

If only she could ever step outside
and take a breath of fresh air
and feel the wind sway through her hair.

She was so brave,
and yet so sound.

even when she's been dropped on the ground.

Weeks and weeks later...
I show up at her grave,
and whisper...

'oh you poor thing...'