Dear Child

Words that form on the cusp of sleep.

Deep in the abyss
A lonely child sits
Weeping, weeping.
Oh, poor child,
Your tears will forever spill,
For what you lost
Can never be found.
Dear child,
In us all,
You crying for eternity.

Reviews

[Constance L. Hartwell]

This piece was a beautiful tradegy. You made your reader FEEL for the child. I felt the deep emotion and passion of this poem from beginning to end. I honestly enjoyed reading this piece. Great write.