The Boy on the Hill

He sits and waits atop the hill
Still he waits for no one,
A concrete ghost under the sky
Eyes avert his gaze,
All hope has left this wretched place.

No older than the age of boys
Begging for a smoke,
The street is not benevolent
Scraping up the ends,
If only he could make amends.

Those searching eyes that now fixate
Mind begins to race,
The two of us are parallel
Human nonetheless,
Arm in arm, brothers abreast.

The difference between the two:
Maybe luck, or less,
For have you not strayed from the path?
Looking to the past,
We all have made mistakes that last.

To offer hope, my only choice,
Even though in vain,
What soulless creature can ignore
Pain of such degree,
A suffering unknown to me.

He sits and waits atop the hill
Still he waits for no one,
Invisible to all that pass
Tears fall down to earth,
A boy lost in the universe.