Garbage

The sad story of a motherless boy abondoned in a garbage can.


Awakened to another miserable day,
I rolled around in my stench filled home.
The unbearble feeling in my stomach
forced me to let out a painful cry
bearly audible for I was exhausted.

No one is here to hear my cries
my wants, desires, and even my needs.
Only darkness envelops me as I wait.
Waiting for that one person that I knew.

But the night is approaching swiftly
The air is getting colder
The warmth in my heart is fading
She will have to hasten.

I thought she will be back
She would have known what to do.
But I didn't hear her voice
She didn't come back.