Poetry

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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