Neglected

My footsteps on the long narrow streets, are shout outs of my boundless cringing griefs. I cry hard looking up to the sunshine, asking its radiant rays to help me find an abode builds by love not huge hate, 'cos I want to stop this unfair fate. I turn my eyes once to the moon at night, begging pity to guide me in its light for I don't know exactly where to go, in this wild world that no one can turn to. I carry the cut grass to a still place, where the trees swaying on my pale face, as though their whispers are wisdom and lull, so I can sleep with a hoping soul, I am living in a home now with fair, their heat, light, shade- truly an endless care.