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Withered and soiled
I lay here,
Here, in nowhere.
A white flash passes by
Now and then
To soothe me,
To nourish me,
To unsoil me ...
Then nothing,
Then no-one.
No longer soiled
But still withered.
Yet I don't bother to cry,
Not anymore,
Not bothered.
No-one to hear who will care.
For I am a Child of God -
But God cannot feed me,
God cannot hold me,
God cannot take the pain away.
A Child of Someone,
But who?
No-one anymore.
So I lay alone
In a room full of lonliness.
No-ones now
But Gods.
God,
Who is not here
And cannot help -
Cannot life me
Or comfort me
With His own hands.
A Child of No-one,
I lay withered and soiling ...
© Cynthia M. Piromalli
©2002 StoriesByEmail.com
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