Her Far Away Eyes

I heard a baby crying
as I passed an open door,
I guessed that it was hungry,
but I didn't know for sure.

It's cry changed to one of pain,
and it got beneath my skin.
I wondered why it had been left to cry,
it was most unsettling.

It's calling stopped me in my tracks,
I hesitated not knowing what to do.
The baby's crying was upsetting me,
it's attention was long overdue.

I knocked, and shouted into the house,
but no one responded to my call.
The ceaseless crying drew me inside
where I saw a woman lying in the hall.

I assumed it was the mother,
that lay impervious to the cries.
Beside her was the cause of her neglect,
and the look in her far away eyes.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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