Ease of Understanding

Hit after hit,
Blow after blow,
There's just so much
That you don't know.

I could try to explain
The way I know how,
But you can't understand,
Especially not now.

From experience
Is the only way,
To attain an understanding,
Of innocent pain.

The kind by which
Is truly defined,
By a child's smothered,
Hidden cry.

While I don't wish
Or hope you would,
It'd be so much easier
If you could.