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.