The Unconsoled

Cynical hearts declare

those they’ve birthed

as lives without worth;

given to strangers

without care of the danger

that seeps from the streets

to sour the sweet

and defenseless little souls.

Hearts of coal

are blackened by greed

and the devastating need

to fill their own veins

with deadening drugs

that steal dreams and goals.

Numb hearts depart

as they bid adieu

to the babes with no value

who get caught

in what they’re taught;

continuing the vicious cycle

because no one consoles.

I was pressed to write this free verse poem after hearing two recent news stories of mothers giving their children away (or selling them) so they could fill their lives with worthless dross. It is so unfathomable to me, that someone could deem their precious children's lives as worthless and easily discarded. It saddens and angers me.

I wonder how these children can climb out of from among the scum and begin their lives afresh, if no one consoles their injured hearts.

This poem is an avenue to vent my frustration and disgust at the rampant lack of value some people put on their own child's life.