LilithDeepRoses
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Hey there! Here I come with another emotion scented poem.
Honestly, I am being skeptic again, because I am once again touching another soft social spot.
But I am full positive about the words I used for several reasons.
The message for this poem will be in the bottom of the thread.
Orphan
it's a big house, with children alike to me.
I feel torn, because I can hear their cries.
Momma, momma, momma.
However, there is no reply.
Tears in eyes, all of us inside, tear this word within.
Shouting loud, but no word comes out.
No one seems to understand.
All of them, look in pity, but not a day, would they be able to bear our cross.
The cross of hate, pain and despair.
They run away from us, they fear our fate.
How would it have felt, to hear the fathers praise, and mothers swell of pride?
How would it have felt, to rival your brother and sister?
This I ask myself as I see a happy family pass by.
An outcast, unwanted by those who should have wanted.
They come, they leave, painting scars deep within.
Dimming hopes down to dark.
Burning love down to the ash of hate.
Cruel, cold hearted, Evil.
Judging us, with a mere glance.
To end it now, or to leave down the road.
The love of a family foreign to my heart, my love, left unshared.
For them I am a simple outcast.
For them I am an orphan.
The message regarding this poem.
Orphan's been outcasts in society, by this poem, I want to say.
Even if he or she is having a bad act.
It's done for one reason, because when you are hated, you don't care of other people point of view, because either way, it means to chain you down.
However when an orphan loves, be it friendship or romantical relationship, it's the most loyal person you're ever know.
Hope you liked the poem! Ja' Na'
Honestly, I am being skeptic again, because I am once again touching another soft social spot.
But I am full positive about the words I used for several reasons.
The message for this poem will be in the bottom of the thread.
Orphan
it's a big house, with children alike to me.
I feel torn, because I can hear their cries.
Momma, momma, momma.
However, there is no reply.
Tears in eyes, all of us inside, tear this word within.
Shouting loud, but no word comes out.
No one seems to understand.
All of them, look in pity, but not a day, would they be able to bear our cross.
The cross of hate, pain and despair.
They run away from us, they fear our fate.
How would it have felt, to hear the fathers praise, and mothers swell of pride?
How would it have felt, to rival your brother and sister?
This I ask myself as I see a happy family pass by.
An outcast, unwanted by those who should have wanted.
They come, they leave, painting scars deep within.
Dimming hopes down to dark.
Burning love down to the ash of hate.
Cruel, cold hearted, Evil.
Judging us, with a mere glance.
To end it now, or to leave down the road.
The love of a family foreign to my heart, my love, left unshared.
For them I am a simple outcast.
For them I am an orphan.
The message regarding this poem.
Orphan's been outcasts in society, by this poem, I want to say.
Even if he or she is having a bad act.
It's done for one reason, because when you are hated, you don't care of other people point of view, because either way, it means to chain you down.
However when an orphan loves, be it friendship or romantical relationship, it's the most loyal person you're ever know.
Hope you liked the poem! Ja' Na'
