I see you in the shadows,
See you waiting for something
That probably will not come,
Like the child wondering
Where Daddy has gone to and
Waiting for him to return.
I see you in the fields,
See you with your arms spread wide,
Calling out in a language
That I do not understand,
On your knees, begging, crying,
Hoping to repair your sins.
I see you back where I first
Witnessed your atrocities:
Your back arched, you gasping for
Breath, clothes strewn about the room,
Disheveled hair, tears streaming
Down your cheeks, makeup smearing...
I see you now, outside of
A brick building, a living
Thing inside of you, though not
For much longer. I see you
Come out, disgusted. You see
Me, and I apologize.