Ode To the Lost
The letter that sits unfinished,
the tear that will not fall,
there is nothing more to give,
because she already gave it all.
The cuts that will not fade,
the scars that will not heal.
You will not let them leave,
because they’re the only way you can feel.
The girl that sits there wondering,
laying alone at night,
Will she ever be enough?
Will she ever be alright?
The boy in the corner crying,
because his father beat his mom,
and when that beating is over,
to him it will carry on.
These are the kids that sit alone,
and will never be enough.
These are the kids that will leave,
when the going gets too much.
So remember the kids that sit there,
crying alone at night.
remember the kids that are no longer,
able to put up a fight.
Because it’s just a matter of time,
before these kids, they leave.
These are the kids whose flaws,
are the reasons that they grieve.
All it takes is a smile,
a look, hug, or a kiss.
To turn these lost kids’ pain,
into neverending bliss.
So as you sit here wondering,
what it’s like to be alone at night.
Just sit there and remember,
that you can help them fight.
I want you to remember,
that there’s always someone worse than you.
I just want you to realize,
there’s always more than just you.
Copyright © Tristin Goodman | Year Posted 2015
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