The Lonely Child

 

The child; she stands alone,

Until daylight is gone,

Lips motionless, eyes tamely wild,

Soulless glare,

This lonely child.

 

All things melt to bad dreams,

In the glasshouse filled with screams,

The child, she was exploited

Confused, corrupted, contorted.

 

Childhood innocence she once had,

Stolen by something so brutally bad,

She was led by the lamb to a maze,

In every corner the darkness awaits.

 

Her comfort lies in cold stone,

Her days are numbered; that’s known,

She is beckoned to Eden,

From this tainted life to Freedom.

 

She prayed to God; our lord,

But he turned her away; he ignored,

Who will save this virtuous child?

The saviour has left her beguiled.

 

I knew this girl one happy time,

She laughed and played; sang joyful rhyme.

 

Then she changed to a raven black crow,

A solitary sadist that lives in the snow,

The lips are stained; the cold eyes wild,

Filled with hate, this lonely child.

 

 

 

Inspired by ‘Songs of innocence and experience’ by William Blake.

 

Poem by Gemma Lansdowne 01.02.02