Cradle Grave
He lay awake in fear
Darkness all around
A cry escaped his voice
All ignored the sound
Unable to fend for himself
He lies there all alone
Cold, wet, and hungry
Soon he will cry no more
A cold and drafty warehouse
Is where he has to live
A mom possessed with an addiction
No affection she has to give
She leaves him crying all alone
To feed her inner demons
No second thought to her baby
All alone and helpless
Each night he spends there all alone
Shivering in the cold
No mom around to protect him
From the fear inside his soul
Many days he lies there all alone
Rotting in his mess
Until the day had finally come
Where there was no life left
On this earth for just a while
He quietly slipped away
On a night too cold
No warmth for cover
He cried his final breath
A wasted life gone too soon
No thought to what could have been
For the cradle has become his grave
To rest what is left of him
I pray to God please take his soul
And grant the life not given
Here on earth for the moment of time
This hell where he was living
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