The Child

Cruel, cruel world,
ugly and cold.
The child crouches in her cot.
Wild, wild eyes
Silent and still.
The girl the world had forgot.

Black, black night,
Stark and silent.
Freedom lies within the mind.
Bright, bright day,
Sunny but wet.
And a peace that no-one can find.

Cold, cold stare,
Bitter but sweet.
Confusion reigns supreme.
Sad, sad life
Alone, unloved.
But not within her dreams

©Rosewing