The Baby
The baby checked into life
not knowing he'd be all alone
for the rest of his life
not able to find himself
he put the world on the shelf
studied love all the time
and none he could find
it was blind
to him
never open
just saddened
felt abandoned
put himself to sleep
knowing no one would weep
wishing death would come
all alone in his home
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