A Child

a Child alone in Her room
has nothing to play with but Her Gloom
so She conjures up a Sorcerer's toy
and from This She finds no Joy
so a friend in need is Word to Her
but to mend unthoughts is no pleasure
waiting wishing
mindlessly missing
alone in Her room
plays with Her Gloom
so heathen and brief
but His none relief
so leaving Her there
without much Care
She's alone once again
not even Her friend
Gloom is there to play
He left Her to Say
and never returned with Word

so a Child alone now far from Sin
is Wanting Waiting just for Him
but Gloom never does show
and She already does know
that gone from Her ever shall He be

a Child alone in Her room
can't even play with Her Gloom.

~Megz~
Writings
The Pandas Are Coming!!!!