Penny

An unread poem on my knees, you demand to see the child, but what lies in between, you always think you know, a fury in your smile, pain like a broken bone, am I not allowed some ease, do you ignore the signs, believe your perfect belief, even if it's not true, a power beyond my sight, why always claim the virtue, wrap prayers around your rosary, whispered dry at night, throw them back at me, terms you want to accrue, beyond heaven's insight, your lawyers stick like glue, before asking the judiciary, to take the precious mite, where is love in this, would you have me die?