Abuse Of Children Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Children bombarded by negligent mothers are being torn in
two many pieces.
Laughter and happiness slowly dying, sparkles of eyes being
put into depths of watery, deprecating tears.
Swelling with shame, little children are looking down
instead of inside for strength.
Walking paths alone and frightened, straying from normal
paths of humanity, fleeing from the arms who are supposed
to love them, falling face down because of abuse.