Crying Heart Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

She has neither food to eat nor a bed to rest her deteriorating body of weariness.

Her full course dinner comes from the battle with the animals in the alley.

Containers of leftovers in the refuse are the highlight of her life.

She is only eight years old and has no guidance of love for her journey.

Alone with the hope of nothing she encounters lessons of street life.

Living in the land of freedom she is a prisoner of unwanted cherished moments.

The graveyard of her mind is lost within her torments of love that she never knew.

Her education is from her soul of sacrifice that has no meaning in her eyes.

Drained of self-pity and shame she escapes her pool of lies only to find endless words of defeat.

Her life is hidden in episodes of not worthy to be looked upon as a child.

She is almost moving in stealth mode among society that disclaimed her.

Clothes of worn seasons left her calculating the movement of the cold.

She is without a face that if you looked upon you would see the beauty beyond the ashes.

Unable to sustain her life her crying heart submitted to the grave for rest.


Written by Theodore Mosley
May 24,2017