Missing Child

My toys gone missing, my very youth at bay, My smile not found; where they laugh and they play. I tried for long, I hoped for share, But so, my joys are rare. So then, I tried, to deceive my eyes, To see a world, not saddened with lies. And here I stand, alone in my love, It came to me, a thundering above. My darkest day, it was then and there, They left my life, a mere broken pair. But to which sense, I could not find, A lasting confusion, it left behind. So I curse the skies, the sun and the moon, Condemned, but why, a certain good, so soon. My visions now see, a quite truthful sight, Of something in good, a demon in light. (Just thought I'd share my twist on 'Alone' by Edgar Allen Poe)