huddled in a shadowed corner sits a child…
hurt, empty and stuck in Hell
with no one to hold onto
nothing for comfort
all centering around emptiness
listening to the wind rustle
the faint whistles of nearby bird
and the sound of no one coming
the child wraps his arms around himself
an invisible blanket from the pain
lying down something creeps about
whiskers brush the child’s nose as he says
Hello, Friend
to the tiny mouse by his side
alone
lone melody
let me hear you sing
bring it on, buddy
you better be good
i knew you would be
decide to take the ride
now take the stage
the song started
by the end
there you stood
were there others
standing by
heart starts to sway
when my game
was nearly beaten
the gates were down
i nearly gave my hand
up so you wouldn’t win
but you did anyway
it started with a song
the melody still going
then the music stopped
and now i sing by myself
the words that you know
but wouldn’t let me say