Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Orphan

Isolated, dismal, sad and alone
‘Tis the existence that I have always known
Like the night that was cursed and never saw day
An angel who wanted to fly but had it's wings taken away
Who wanted to love but love never came it's way
The cold seeps through me,
these tattered clothes provide no warmth
Bruised inside and out with nowhere to go
A kind gesture, a kind word hurts me so
A labyrinth of emotions buried within me
Drowning in sorrow, emergence very bleak
Am I succumbing to my heart’s beliefs?
God, why am I so deplorable?
What have I not done right?
But who is to say and who will end this plight!
Ever since the day I was born this is the way it has been
Solitude is my sin