Saturday, July 24, 2010

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.

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