` <br /> <br /> <br />Brawl- <br />writing on the brick wall; <br />no one left standing... <br />a lack of pulse. <br />Where is the beat <br />of those that listen? <br /> <br />Shut- <br />slams the front door, <br />not to open again; <br />no mop of hair, <br />no laid back gait. <br />Where is sleep tonight? <br /> <br />Life- <br />worth little in strife; <br />no tears, no smiles: <br />each day will torture. <br />What remains <br />when night falls once more? <br /> <br /> <br />`<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-like-a-mother-orphaned/
