(no subject)
On the 18th floor that building
In the 9th apartment down from the left,
In the tiny car house
That matches the house at the end of this street
In a world of loneliness
Sitting by himself
You’ll find the child who cries his teddy bears to sleep.
You’ll find the walls intact
And the carpet clean
Brushed teeth,
Combed hair,
Ironed clothes,
White sneakers,
A full book bag.
His existence in a world of privilege and beautiful things
Is overshadowed in his own mind
He is gentle
He is kind
He is grateful
He is lonesome
Images of a happier time don’t seem to stick
His mind is on the misfortune
His mind is on the pain
He can’t help himself
On that 18th floor
In the 9th apartment from the left
In the car house
Matching the house on the end
He’ll sit in his loneliness
He’ll wait for someone to make a difference
He’ll contemplate his independence
He’ll want help.