Crushed

Horribly and pathetically crushed,
Stripped down to nothing,
Made to not withstand the blows,
These all without hands touching.

Beaten and bruised within,
No one to see the damage,
Just praying someone to heal,
But nobody holding the bandage.

Sentenced to a life of pain,
A mystery as to the antedote,
Just making it through another day,
Wishing magic pills to coat.

Pieces to then pick up,
Anticipating how long the journey,
Time as to being the final judge,
This with no man being clergy.