Black Stains

Black stains on broken glass

On the last day of November

Immerse beauty by the trail

Of the last scene I remember

A cry for help

A pair of drained eyes

Nowhere to turn

Unable to rise

A scenic verse

Of an old Rhyme

Justifying

The sinful crime

Time passes no longer by

No rest found in concrete soil

Image burned to my eyes

Black stains and skin to boil

Smoke forming a pillow dark

For the child to rest in silence

Black skin on bruised hand

Infant emerged of violence

A flower in full bloom

Cut by a fragment of glass

In a heartbeat of truth