Lost Children and Babies

My heart feels constricted, breathless pain, the homeless child, shall never gain. My fingers stumble when reaching out, humble feelings trembling with doubt. My lifeblood's flow, has been denied, listening as the lost children cried. My hopes dashed, and thrown away, like some unborn status played. Dismembered, fetus of living hell, from warmth, a lost child did dwell. Encased in their own veil of sorrow, no hope yesterday, today, or tomorrow. Reach the ends of the neap's moonlit tide, possess the young, unwed child bride. My heart won't span the broken hours, wombs of waste, lost wilted flowers.