ill begotten child

i see you crying there

lost in this world of fears

lonely with no one to care

burried beneath your tears

empty is your pleading

gone is your hope

open and bleeding

trying just to cope

trying just to feel

emotions you once had

no one to help you heal

comfort you when sad

humble yourself dear child

immanuel is here

lord of meek and mild

does bid that you come near

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Dion Omoigiade's picture

nice poem with a tight structure