The tears I shed
are dry and unseen
no one to hold me
nothing but this routine
as I lay cold and weak
on this concrete home
they look and stair
But for me no help will come
Cast aside like a dog
I have no future
No good memories
Just a life of torture
I see mothers and daughters
fathers with there son's
Yet I sit here and cry
Because I will feel no one's love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very very touching....hope the best for that child10