Abandoned Life

With fingers ghostly pale and blue, Touching the wind that never blew, The moon shines straightly down upon Your forlorn and forgotten home. There hush and stillness cover roofs, Blind glasses, used to be so smooth, Despise the fears of scraggy trees Of death over a span of years. But they are not so hopeless though - At times they ask themselves or so About the reason for your leaving, Losing their grayish-rusty leaf. Under the opaque shapes of stars, You, drowsing on the snow-white grass, Poor child who didn’t have a thought How mad and cruel adults’ world.