Cry, cry baby,
In this noisy city.
They can't hear you.
They can't judge you.
What's wrong little brother.
You think you can't go farther?
You think you can't work harder?
Life's not getting easier?
Last night, you're mugged,
By a man with guns and drugs.
It's okay my little man.
At least you survived that one.
He stole everything you have.
He destroyed everything you love.
I know it's not easy to start again,
But remember, it's not the end.
Maybe you're lost and defeated.
At least you're not breathless and dead.
Maybe you don't have anything.
But for me, you're always a king.
You're not a cowardly boy.
You just lack hope and joy.
Someday, you'll be able to stand up.
To fight evil and make it stop.
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Children's Somberness: A Poem Collection
ŞiirIn this little world, we're all children. Still learning to navigate this world. Still learning to stand on our own. Join us as we dive deep in the poetic void. Indulge on the words of darkness and its cold fortress. Feel the gloomy rhythm of each l...
