Mean Streets - Screaming Infants In Extreme Pain

Arms cradled,
defining an,
all too finite world.
Hands caressing,
eyes tactile outlining,
a fragile form
they can not see.
Jaded orbs
lighting the darkness
in which they live.
Heart that gives
as it has received.
Dream quickly receding,
vision lost in gently rising
tendrils of smoke.
Siren wail as an infant screams.
Single mother wishing silently,
for something other,
than what she has.