Of A Forgotten Girl

I wrote this for a poetry contest

A child stands crying in the rain



Begging for someone to notice her pain



Her icy hand rests upon the unmoving head



Of her only companion- her mother- now dead



Strangers pass, and they make their way



Some stop and some stare, but none ever stay



Some have opinions, which they wickedly dish



And soon, swift death is the girl's only wish



And all those who stare would never tell



How each saw themselves in her as well



Still, no one helped, because no one dared



And no one cried, because only she cared



And so the girl, broken, beaten, and deafened



By their cruel words, was left abandoned



Tears fell upon her frightened face



And froze there, forming patterns of lace



Yet still she stands as her hope descends



And there she waits until it all ends



Until the cold night steals her final breath



And she finally, happily, welcomes death