Motherless

Motherless:

a

Mawkish whimpers wane,

Vestige of love remain, 

For he cannot abstain, 

From the love which he so craves.

a

Lonesome malady inflicted,

The scars inside his heart depicted,

The sorrow with which he'd been afflicted,

From the lack of love he had received.

h

For so long he was bereft,

Of coveted touch, there formed a cleft,

Inside his soul, or what was left, 

For he craved that meretricious touch. 

d

Now he lie a lonesome fawn, 

As he watched the sinking, bitter dawn, 

He prayed with scorn to be reborn,

And slit his throat upon a thorn.