Voiceless Call

Little boy sits alone in the world.

Small and fragile, hair full of curls.

Wondering where his friends have gone to play,

Hoping to talk to someone that day.

His parents discarded him from their lives,

Showing him that it's his birth they despise.

He sits alone and confused,

Not seeing reason for his parents' abuse.

They're too busy to show him love,

Too tired, to impatient to give him enough.

If only someone will hold him in their arms,

Saving him from his own family's harm.

But for now he will sit silent and small,

Lonely in a world with a voiceless call.

Stone Heart

As I walk among the Fallen Leaves,

Depths of Towering Trees,

Blooming Flowers caress my feet,

As I ponder deeper through the brush.

A small bluebird flutters by,

I pull a branch from the interference of my eye,

Enclosed in a wall of Weaving Vines,

Stands an Abandoned Shadow.

Pulling back the thorn-thick entrance sealed,

A Stone Door is revealed.

Pushing against it's solid stubbornness,

I am unable to go inside.

So, I search.

Search for a way to its opening,

Under a Secret Compartment, the key,

Hidden from the blind eye below.

A small drop of blood seeps,

Pouring from my outstretched reach,

Punctured by the thorn inside.

Pinching the key in my hand,

I open the thick, Stone Door and stand.

Inside, I find nothing.

Nothing by barren twigs and Loneliness

A place of Forgotten Memories and all that's miss-ing.

Quietly I wander

Amongst the amiss debris asunder,

Wondering where each part belonged-

Realizing that they are Broken Pieces,

Broken pieces of your heart.