Alone

A small child in the street

alone, unloved

yet indiscreet

the passerbys

they give no token

helping not the child broken

 

At last a man

who stops and stares

alarmed at blood

dried in his hair

he takes the boy

within his arms

and cries out "Son!"

"You are not alone

you're alive at last

I love you more

than time could test

I'm sorry for 

all you're pain 

the cold nights

 and constant agony

Please forgive your father Son

give me a chance

to right the wrongs

done in the past

 

The young boy

shocked into silence

pulls away from the man

and admires the fineness

of the clothes

his "father" wears

and that the tatters

he's almost bare

"Father?

Who are you to speak?

I know not your face

or of your grace

Why do you talk to me

in this fashion?

Who are you to me?

And why now this passion?

You cared not before

you do not care now

So leave me here

and still this doubt"

 

The faceless man

turns and leaves

not one tear

upon his cheek

Our story ends

not one word spoken

between the father and son

now broken

 

Author's Note

Still in progress. But I'm too lazy to fix it now.

Reviews

[Tori]

Holly.......I'm sad now! How long has this been on here and you didn't let me know!??!?!?!?!?!?!? UHG! If you weren't my pimp I'ld b***h slap you....But other than that...that was horribly deppresing! Poor child! What is the matter with you!? It was very good and had an excellent rhythmic flow, but I'm sad now.....Good job nevertheless!

[revenant21]

Very good. it flowed very rhythmically in the beginning, but the more it got into the story, it lost a bit of its rhythm. But i do that too when i write poems. All in all a very good poem, Holly dearest. If you actually get around to fixing it and everything, I would love to re-read it!