The city lights are hard and cold <br />Beneath an unforgiving sky, <br />And empty faces reaffirm <br />The feeling that you want to die, <br /> <br />Along the curb the parking meters <br />March in single file to signify your doom; <br />In all these paths of tears <br />And streets of pain <br />You wish to hold her hand again, <br />Be hidden in her womb.<br /><br />John Thorkild Ellison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lost-child/
