~The Lonely Child ~

~Child Of Loneliness~
Lonely little soul, the one who is sole, alone.
Isolated in the crowded, remote city, without accompaniment.
Making solitary agreements as one to join the soldier clowns.
You persist and struggle on.
Sometimes forlorn, deserted emptiness takes over and there
are no friends to eat pink cake and stripped candy.
Blow out the flaming candles on the crumbling birthday cake.
Celebrate alone, hid from view.
Slow, thick tears, this day stream down soft pink cheeks.
Five or Fifty - Five, the composition doll sitting with the
clown's pointed hat on a molded curly head.
Empty eyes open and shut in agreement to such detachment.
Lonely, little soul.


~The Lonely Child~
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