Lost

This is a poem that I wrote a very long time ago....it was probably one of the very first ones I have ever written, so we are talking about like 1995. There really is no story behind this one. It is one that just came from some place inside of me with no story other then the one that needed to be told in the poem. This was also when I first started writing and thought that all poems had to rhyme. I soon learned that that wasn't the case, as 90% of my poems do not rhyme.

LOST

A lonely girl walks the streets alone,

Looking like nothing but flesh and bone.

Her skin is pale and fair;

Her eyes a ghastly pair.

One eye is black and the other is blue.

Bruises up and down her arms,

Hide what's left of the little girl's charms.

Tears roll down her face in a sheet,

Only to drop on her tiny bare feet.

She scratches her back with her shoe.

She walks through the night and into the day,

Never once stopping for a second to play.

The wind stings her face,

Yet she still hasn't a case.

No mother worries for her.

She is wandering in this terrible place,

Where a child can disappear without even a trace.

She wanders the streets completely alone,

Not having a place to call her own.

Hate is what people prefer.

j.l.h