A child born out of wedlock's stain,
Longing for love, but none to gain.
A heart that beats with empty space,
Yearning for touch, a gentle face.
In shadows, they wander alone,
Unwanted, unloved, and unknown.
Their cries echo through the night,
Unheard, unseen, without a light.
They search for solace, a gentle hand,
A whispered promise, a loving stand.
But like a ghost, they fade away,
Invisible, in a world that's grey.
Their soul, a canvas, bare and wide,
Aches for brushstrokes of love inside.
Yet, like a whisper, love's denied,
Leaving scars that won't subside.
Still, they hold on to hope's thin thread,
A dream of love that's yet unsaid.
Perhaps someday, someone will see,
The beauty hidden in their legacy.
