The Silence of a Lost Childhood

Born with freedom,
Yet locked in an invisible cage.
No sense of freedom anymore,
As my joy becomes a stolen page.

Forced into the streets at the age of seven,
Hustling through endless backaches.
My tears refuse to plead for help,
Beneath the bridge, the Place I find solace.

Many pass by, failing to care,
As if I am less than human.
My voice is drowned, it can’t be heard,
Amidst the noise of their own burden.

Tattered clothes, becoming my second skin,
A child lost, without a home.
Roaming from Street to Street,
With no direction, lost and alone.

Darkness fills my nights with dread,
No one to call “Mum” or “Dad.”
Like an empty vessel, cold and hollow,
Searching for a light to follow.

No one to save me, none to hear,
Is this the path I’m bound to steer?
Each day I see the same old fight,
While freedom for me remains locked tight.