See me now.


I speak of moments lost in a crime,
Of tragedy, a smile lost in time,
I speak of little Anne so much life,
Who deserved to die free of strife,
But life has prevented her life other wise,
Both of her parents dead before her eyes,
Why scream the earth for her deep brown eyes,
Too young to understand yet she cries,
Destiny can sometimes be truly evil,
Sharpe as knife just deadly lethal,
Being in different family's who cares not,
That of her mothers love she forgot,
Alittle inside her light just darken,
The endurance of such a pain gets sharpen,
what can you know about crying in a dark room,
For her sort eyes lost in endless doom,
In one lonely night rose a savior unforeseen,
She puts on her crown for now she must be a queen,
When your motherless imagination takes over,
Fills the void deep inside with a yellow clover,
At the age of ten her misery come to end,
She find a home and someone to call a friend,
I wonder how many of us take it for granted,
The word home to some means a life advantage,
Yet All she wanted to hear was she's my daughter,
Such feeling could only be described with being underwater.






  • Author: Mello (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 17th, 2017 08:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: I don't know it's very emotional type of peom. I don't know why but it's about and orphan girl name Anne. How we all deserve a home, a mother, a father. It's sad world but I believe we should all adopt. Hope u enjoy. I bet there is a lot of mistakes point it out.
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  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

    • Mello

      Well thanks tony

      • Tony36


      • WriteBeLight

        Very poignant Somerica.

        • Mello

          I don't imagine for the world to perfect. I only seek what I could maybe change. Even if it's a Mutual feeling. Everyone know there injustice in this world but we need to be reminded of it.

        • Gary Edward Geraci

          The hopeful resolution to an unspeakable tragedy as described by your pen, the loss of one's world - the loss of one's parents - exists: an adoptive family. Thank you for using style (format) and verse to convey these important truths.

          • Mello

            Indeed I shall.

          • Silverlining7

            This strikes right to the heart. Definitely makes me pause for a second and be grateful for the family and homelife that I have. Great writing and expression.

          • alanis98

            A beautiful poem.
            Your so right I have always thought why should I bring another person on to this world when there are so many children who need love and care. This poem definitely makes me greatfull for the family I do have

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