Forgotten, abandoned, left to thought.
No name, no claim, no memories to call.
A breath that lasted only so long,
Forgotten by the barer and the life that caused.
Bloom, blossom, symbol of birth and life
Yet the notion couldn't reach the sights of the
unopened eyes.
Where maternal love should be felt and warm,
Leaves only filth, cold and scorn.
Only to be found by bigger hearts, too late still.
The breath is gone, the nimble chests gone numb,
A life had begun but so soon was it gone.
So woe to the ones unborn and woe to those who were,
only to be forgotten in ditches and sewers.
Love could not find you, nor could warmth.
Your last cry not heard and your life not sworn.
Such fickle life. With no recollection at all.
Such pain it might, but none will they bare at all.
Perhaps that's the blessing they get, the first and last In the short run of life.
the blessing of ignorant bliss in the cruise of cruel might.
