wretched world.

Tears do flow

as you are tucked

away inside your only

comfort of a duvet.

Inside your

bedroom.

Night after night.

Alone and upset

and distraught.

No one hears you cry.

And

No one knows your suffering.

Everyone is fast asleep in

their own beds.

And night shift workers

are to busy working away

in the small dawn hours

to spare a thought for

lost or hurt souls in this

vast world.

You cry alone and

are alone.

Wishing you where

never born into this

wretched world.