Orphan

sorenbarrett

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

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2024 05:23
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 18
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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  • orchidee

    A sensitive write SB.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you Orchi we are all orphans and runaways it seems.

    • Teddy.15

      So very powerful, even when we do have a mother and father it simply doesn't mean all our dreams come true and we feel safe or.indeed have a home, a wonderful piece of inspiring reflection dear sorrenbarret 🌹 kudos my friend.

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks again Teddy for the review and most kind and generous words. So true that is in fact what I had in mind when I wrote this. We are all children, orphans, and runaways in some way and at some time and we all need to be taken home.

        • Teddy.15

          Yes, I know, I'm one of your orphans sir. 🌹

          • sorenbarrett

            Oh no I would never cut you off friend.



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