1there's a little boy on a lonely bench
shadows twisting and turning to engulf him
in darkness
he's tired of waiting but there's no way out
he's so worn down
beaten
broken and bruised
that he can't stop a tear from
leaking out a tired eye
a look down the street and a glance at the clock
but no matter how long he looks
he never sees the numbers
tick tick tick
the emotionless child waiting for mother to come
and rock his soul to sleep
mother never comes
night walks by with a top hat and cane
and behind him the branches are turning to claws
grabbing at him like sleep so rarely does
the moon shines her flashlight into his eyes
blinding him
from anyone
coming to take him
awayand then they're gone
each and every one
the son rises
for another endless day
and another endless night
mother never comes
boy never sleeps
he just waits for
sweet release from his
insomniatic soul