Lost, Found and Lost Again ~ A Poem

There’s a whisper on the stairs,

of a secret dark and dim.

There’s a stillness in the shadows,

filled with fear and hurt.


No-one saw what happened here,

no-one really cares.

Just a dirty child found

cold and nameless, lost.


Allocate a bedspace,

note down a statistic.

Add it to the system,

turn your back and leave.


What’s another life,

in the grand scale of things?

What starts in the shadows

can stay there, hidden.


Forever in the half-light,

never seen as ‘real’.

Just another number –

Another child the world forgot.

CHH 12/03/13

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