Little Girl
By Deirdre Blair

Despairing,
Crying out for attention.
What will she do
When she has no one to turn to?

Alone in the world.
Not a soul who cares.
Slowly crying herself into
A wretched nightmarish sleep.

Things always turn out this way
For a lost little girl.
Not a chance of
Finding a life worth living.

A prayer cried into the sky
Is another prayer unanswered.
Can never fill the shoes
Of those superior to her.

Love wanted, love found.
Love gone, with the din of mortality.
Desolate human seeking refuge
From the suffocating toxin that is life.

Things always turn out this way
For a lost little girl.
Not a chance of
Escaping a death worth dying.