No One Comes Looking Poem by Alice Silvers

There`s a boy in the attic
Pulling the wings off angels
His brain filled with static
Hiding in the dark
Waiting for the spark
That`ll burn his whole world down

No one comes looking here
No one wants to find him
Doesn't matter where he's gone
There's nothing to remind them
And no one comes looking here
No one comes looking

All he knows is
A slap is a touch
A punch is a touch
The hand that breaks
And shakes is a touch
And nothing he can do
Will matter that much
Because
No one comes looking here
No one comes looking
No one comes

All the wingless angels
Surrounded him asking why
Listen to him cry
In that old gray room
He dreams his name carved
On a small gray tomb

And no one comes looking here
No one comes