In my room,
a little boy in pajamas sits and waits
for his mother;
he has already finished
praying his prayers,
with stains and spiders
lurking in the corners.
He waits and sits
like a fragile figurine.
Looking out the window,
he hears the murmuring walls,
the sobbing, and nightmares
expressing themselves
in the mouths of his brethren
in this somber orphanage.