Orphan

Searching for a father and mother

a runaway and orphan look for a home

never to find another

over all earth to roam

Trash heaps and street corners

become beds to rest heads

In their own neighborhood foreigners

living in cardboard sheds

Dumpster diving

old syringe needles

drugs conniving

cockroach mosquitos

Perverse invitation

fighting fleas

mendicant occupation

anything to please

Dreaming on broken glass

Cold shivers in winter rain

Taste of brass smell of gas

Youth flowing down a storm drain

Take me home

Reviews

[Marie]

Your poetic story this evening sent chills down my spine, dear Soren. How very sad for a little child to be an orphan searching for his/her forever home, not finding it and living a life that no precious child should ever have to live. Children are so divinely precious, bless them all. Heartbreaking to read the inappropriate conditions such a little child has to exist under. I want to reach out and hug that little one and bring him home to a beautiful meal, a clean warm, cosy bed and give him a forever home. So sad to read of life flowing down a storm rain! This time of year my mind always turns to the homeless, Soren. I pray so hard for them and pray that the money I give reaches and helps someone in even some small way.
Your poem reminds me that I lost my Mam first and Dad lived eleven years after her death. I remember coming out of St. Michael's Cemetery (five minutes down the road from where I live) and feeling so lost and alone though I was surrounded by family, walking through the open gates I felt like an orphan, truly. Thank you for writing this very captivating, insightful poem and for sharing it, dear Soren. Gratitude with beautiful Blessings your way, dear friend...

[Soren]

Thank you Marie for the read and most gracious words of support dusting off this poem. I never had to suffer this as a child but there are older people that become orphans so to speak and their's are sad stories as well. Thank you again for the kind words

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear Soren. Thank you again for sharing...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am grateful to have had my parents. My grandfather on my dad's side was an orphan.
Came over from Sicily on the boat at about 10 years old.
In the old days when the country welcomed strangers.
This shows the tough life some end up weaving when they feel no one wants them.
j.

[Soren]

Thank you Jacob for the read and remarks. They are greatly appreciated. In some way at one time or another I think that we all feel orphans or runaways

[nadia dmitri]

"Dreaming on broken glass" Such amazing word choice as always :) xo

[Soren]

Thank you so much your remarks are most humbling and I thank you for them they are appreciated.

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. You create an empathetic scene.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Thomas your remarks are esteemed and valued.

[Ken Simm.]

What empathy within this sad but strangely beautiful write.

[Soren]

Thanks Ken for the most kind words. It seems that we are all orphans and runaways in one way or another at one time or another and so the write.