anonymous

a child
a forgotten child
no name

the letters
of the alphabets 
deserted

unworthy 
he is 
they say
no 
A
B
C
D...

here take a D
D for die

for 
a Depraved child

breast fed
on dreams not had
sleepless nights

ingesting
pills of disorientation
lunacy
lack of
lucidity

wrapping himself
in the warmth of a blanket
that does not exist
the fabric of which is
fabricated
dyed in
Debased

subverted
story
he
a child
a forgotten child
no name

for him
the streams turn
dry
like the princess
of lust
herself
otherwise
inviting the world 
the universe 
and all the dark matter
with open 
arms
turns away
from him
rebuking him
she

not for him

she feels repulsed
and turns away from
him
a crude rejection
accentuating
the pain inside him
by the judgemental
closing of her legs

him
so low a creature
that the creatures
of the underground
look down upon

gone

he is far gone
even for those 
that he stands
before

seen right through

them looking
at the decorative
wall paper
coming apart
and falling on the 
ground
which seems like a 
piece of art
smeared in high-taste
to them
as compared to this
crumbling 
Discarded 
living
invisible
artefact

him
so low a creature
that the creatures
of the underground
look down upon

a child
a forgotten child
no name