Psycho

(Based off of a picture I saw once of a child's corpse wrapped only in thin rags laying on the side of the road, and a man walking straight by not even stopping to check if he was alive, hungry, ect. If I had the picture I would post it, but unfortunately I do not. I cannot in words express how moving it was, but it's a try.)


I saw a passerby draw near
and bend over my shiver'd form;
a throttled scream arose in fear,
she wrapped in rags to keep me warm.

This match ignites my calloused eyes,
and sheds a glow for those to see-
this soul-forgotten paradise,
a danger for those poor, to breathe.

My mother was a harlot, though
I always loved her face the same;
and when she left me in the snow,
I whimpered loud, yet no one came.

Can winter save a starving boy?
without a name, without a home;
spare some bread, or lend a toy,
or else just leave to die alone.

A man wrapped up in bundled coats
looked to the side in angst to see-
the Christmas price for sailor boats,
and still he never noticed me.

This heart of mine beats heavy still;
my heaven lies beyond these stars
that pleasure life and eat their fill,
in mink-skin coats and fancy cars.

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Tread carefully, Monsieur, for you walk among my dreams.