Absent parent

 Neglect set in after a few years
to be the lost item
somewhere nobody looks
Noone would embrace

The child left in the skip
of a heartbeat
to the phantoms of circumstance

good intention is not a cheese
a toxic mould though
that chokes us broken soul

trying to keep up inside the forest
you leave us in there
now we are gone

forgot our names
forgot our voices
relief from our mistakes

we are the children
the children of abandonment

good intention your furry heart warming box of excuses
leaving them behind like old furniture discarded

cracked mirrors of your very own image
of every angle that shapes how one feels as a mistake
The rejection of that deep love, that responsibility
The blindfold one wears is not a cape of invisibility

a strange machine awaking to a world too disinterested
therefore rusting as tears form highways across the young
and clueless hopeful face

The children thrown out of somewhere
Where none may see
To be abandoned so very betrayed

treated with indifference
the same as a stray
fortitude build them up
to rule the world one day