Lost Child
Powerful loneliness,
In the crowded street,
Desperate speed took.
Secluded, inside, I am left.
What solvent, you give me, Oh! Art,
Fickle mind of a sincere thought,
Corroding, inside me flow:
The heart of an outcast.
Surrounded by silence,
I weep for their human
Which is absent in need.
None from the crowd,
Give not any heart to console
For the child, who is crying.
When, a pause in me,
For a thought was over,
The cry being fainter
Ring into my ear.
Series of questions behind,
Left to be answered.
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