lost child


his childhood was stripped from him

not just that but his home

the candle light is growing dim

because now he is alone

no family to which he can run 

no one calls him or his phone

he knows he's lost and knows he's done

slowly turning into bones

the story is sad but the story is true

you can choose to believe

but just to be honest with you

that lost child is me





  • Author: Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 11th, 2022 09:38
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 21
  • User favorite of this poem: Eugene S..


  • Eugene S.

    Can totally relate as my tears are flowing. Glad to have discovered your words.

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