Neighbor Poem by Ima Ryma

I saw the cop cars parked next door.
The neighbors' child had disappeared.
It had happened a week before,
And now the very worst was feared.
It must be hell on family,
Not knowing but trying to cope
With such personal tragedy,
Holding out that glimmer of hope.
Lots of us had searched all around
Areas of the neighborhood,
Searching every bit of ground.
But, so far it had done no good.

In my basement, there's hidden space.
The kid's chained up tight in that place.