Child Of The Night
A poem
A poem
In the shadows, dreams are distant.
A child, innocence worn as a cloak
amidst the rubble and ruin,
with spirit that knows not
the luxury of satin or silk.
Solace is in the simplicity of tattered threads,
and contentment is the warmth
of a companion’s embrace.
In the streets, he dances to the rhythm,
laughter his melody, hope his guide,
for in the comfort of poverty, there is sanctuary.
Whispers echo when shadows deepen
through alleys, avenues, and lanes,
and each leafy corner is a story,
each step a journey.
In the hush of night,
with the soft rustle
of forgotten memories,
he discovers treasures
in discarded objects.
Each fragment is a reminder
of hope in adversity.
Courage is his compass,
and his spirit, a beacon in the darkness.