This Child's Heart

 No matter how much tears one would shed, or how many times you wait for your savior. None will come to save that little child curled up in the shadowed corner wallowing in utter silent despair of the emptiness within that heart. The void growing ever so wider and harder to fill, with whatever small fortune the little one grabs onto.

Every day that twinkles that small glimmer of hope, it grows ever more distant and unattainable. With these hands, could I really grasp hold of that warmth someday? To become whole, as hold I hold it close to my chest and release my heart from its darkness. If that were the truth, these weary eyes of mine shall finally dream at night peacefully. If only it were.

(Writer's Note: This is not just crap I wrote for the hell of it. I has some feelings in it.)