Lost Child


Lost in the wood, not wanting be found.

Running  from a  home, lacking of love.

Scared and lonely, in dark bushes.

Sounds of critters, birds and carnivores

Singing melody to his ears, puts fear in his mind

Hungry and tired, scared and shivering.

He doesn't want  to be found.

Neither does he wants to return home.

A home filled with hate, abuse and shame.

Better to be a lost child, than an unloved child.


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