The OrphanA Poem by That1Nerd23
Living a life of poverty,
His eyes were far from blind. He had no land or property, And yet he still was kind. The other boys looked down on him, He was different by design. His ears could not hear their mocking, And only few knew how to sign. He spent most of his life alone, In a box he called his home. Until the rain had washed it away, Yet in that spot he vowed to stay. He could still see the skid marks, He could still hear their cries. His body could still feel the sparks, He knew everyone eventually dies. © 2018 That1Nerd23Reviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 24, 2014 Last Updated on June 10, 2018 AuthorThat1Nerd23OHAbout"I believe that life is chaotic, a jumble of accidents, ambitions, misconceptions, bold intentions, lazy happenstances, and unintended consequences, yet I also believe that there are connections that .. more..Writing
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