Sense

Sitting alone,
the little boy shakes and quivers
Tired,
cold
From a family that has left him
Hurt and lost,
in this terifying world
Nothing makes sense anymore,
things are not clear
Why can't he be loved?
Where is his home?
Afraid,
of what might happen,
when life actually makes sense
So he can be found and be loved,
whole,
warm
Aware and safe