There`s a boy in the attic
Pulling the wings off angels
His brain filled with static
Hiding in the dark
Waiting for the spark
That`ll burn his whole world down
No one comes looking here
No one wants to find him
Doesn't matter where he's gone
There's nothing to remind them
And no one comes looking here
No one comes looking
All he knows is
A slap is a touch
A punch is a touch
The hand that breaks
And shakes is a touch
And nothing he can do
Will matter that much
Because
No one comes looking here
No one comes looking
No one comes
All the wingless angels
Surrounded him asking why
Listen to him cry
In that old gray room
He dreams his name carved
On a small gray tomb
And no one comes looking here
No one comes
Alice Silvers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-one-comes-looking/
