Caught in a dark, sepia-toned world,
A desperate child cries in the night
Yearning for a mother’s love unfurled
Strong enough to scare away the fright
Hiding in corners to block out the fears
The abandoned child screams silently
Not bothering to wipe away the tears
He clings to dreams with such certainty
That reality flies far away
Swept up in a swirling gust of wind
The child’s home, a staircase of decay
The child’s heart, believing to the end
Mother, are you ever coming back?
I am so hungry, cold, and weak, that
It is hard to breathe. Your love, I lack.
You left me nothing: not coat, gloves, or hat.
His cries float into the starless night
Reaching no friendly heart. He gives up.
No more do the ravages of night
Disturb the boy. Empty is his cup.