this crying will not save you

Oh! She cries so
violently the
Walls shake off
their paint like a
wet dog.

What can
A child do when
she carries such
pain against her
spine?
What can she do,
But cry?

O’ Sweet
Angel,
save those tears
for times
to come,

For you are yet
to understand
the horrors
of the world.

That thumping
against your ribs
will one day shatter them,
And then what will you do?

My darling
girl,
tears are not
infinite!
You will
dry yourself out
from the inside!