Jane Doe

A poetry that was beautiful
a rhyme that was simple
a grace that killed the pain
soft, soothing, and useful
pull me out of this mess
a home that no priest can bless
the excess that obsess on nothin
while the little child cries
from the beatings and the lies
she tries to hide the marks
tears in the dark as her breathing slows
now there’s just this line to remind those
what this concrete angle shows
the flow that went with a heart beat
she'd take a seat and listen
didn't know what I'd be missin
when I didn't  say a thing
the pain that silence can bring
and the days go by with no visit
shit can't believe I missed it
now she's gone
and we'll never know what she could show us
so here’s my last notice
for a grace that killed the pain
the world will never be the same