Missing Poem by Wilma Horne

In the room, there is an empty bed
Still unmade
A dusty window
Toys scattered on a dusty floor
Untouched and unplayed with
There's an air of sadness here
And a sense of hopeless
This room used to belong to a little boy
Who one day 'ran away from home'
Or so the story goes
But in truth he was abducted while playing in the yard
His parents, being drug addicts, didn't really care
They had only felt he was an inconvenience
But those who knew this little boy searched
Searched for leads and for him
But all attempts failed
No one knows where the boy is now
Or even if he's still alive
But they know one thing:
Hope-hope that the creep who took this little child will apprehended and brought to justice


This is for all those who know of or have a similiar story. Keep hoping that those kids will be found-alive