Souless Child Poem by Erica J Norman

I can feel this fire,
Burning with warm desire,
The souless children dance and prance,
A girl wrapped in solitude,
Cries in a corner,
She's seen her future.

They call her the child of depth,
She falls to the bottom,
Scared and cracked,
She drags her chipped remains,
'oh! ' she cries and longs for the brians,
To protect her from the hurt and the unfortunate pains.

She can only learn from mistakes,
And be rid of the friends that are fakes,
At the age of one and eight,
She knows her dreary fate,
Determind by her muddled past,
Plotting and planning,
Vacating this two-star life,
She meets a aluminuim knight.

Tripping, falling, scrambling,
She grabs onto the debry of her life,
The tube-bearer won the battle,
But he will not win the war,

Her sordid hands are at last clensed,
but her heart is far from there,
It's lost to the unloveable,
And frozen in the past,
Never to last.