Child Forgotten

There was a boy,
who sat alone in his cell,
a penitentiary of death,
his own brand of hell.

He gripped at his legs,
not even a shout,
even though he wasn't always there,
he never sought a way out.

Because he actually wants to stay,
inside this hole of void,
where no feelings can be let in,
no lives can be destroyed.

He sees the world as pain,
and that silence is his drug,
he thinks that through his stay,
his happiness - he had dug.

The world he knew betrayed him,
left him out to dry,
he never had a chance,
the poor child was left to die.

People of this life,
don't have time to save,
they spend their nights day in and out,
through their work they rave.

They works themselves to the bone,
and give others no second look,
and for a child who cannot see,
his life is what they took.

So here he sits,
inside his home,
knowing not of the outside.
He grits his teeth,
and bears through it,
although his tears he cannot hide.

+For all those who feel abandoned by anyone in this world, to know that living inside a bubble won't solve a thing.+