The boy who was never there...

In the labyrinth of isles

The little boy stares,

"Mummy,Mummy" he says

Pleading for a little love,

He holds out his petite hands

With a small toy resting on them.

Smashed into tiny pieces,made to feel small.

With tears running down his face like snow down an avalanche.

The boy stands there wishing just one of those days he could have been existing.

His eyes are now black holes just waiting for another victim to plunge into the deep darkness that he did.