indigos journal

Sunday, May 11, 1997

Child. Alone.

originally did not have a title.

Little girl
Out there in the cold alone
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you know

Hunger to the bone
(What is it that you ache for?)
Silently cry
Alone begging for relief

Sweet huddled mass
In the corner of the room
Tight, self contained ball
Grasping the only security
you can possibly attain
Trying to hide the tears that well
the ones you are not allowed to shed

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