Your body becomes an earthquake
As the chill hits your wet skin
Your skin begins to fall and flake
As you get your first taste of sin
Each and every snowflake falls
Cold and dead upon your wounds
You wait for someone to help you
Watch as the people tut as they walk by
Then a kindly person comes along
Wraps you into their embrace
Enamouring you in their loving shell
As they huddle over you cooing
A parent fled you in the dead of night
Leaving you to your demise to fight
Alone and fragile in the world
How could they do it to their baby boy or girl?
You grew up with more happiness
Than you ever would have
You didn't need your birth parents
You know who your true parents are
r.b
Background Story:
A little baby gets left in the middle of the street instead of a doorstep. Basically is left to die until a kind family comes along and take the baby in. This poem isn't personal to me but I wanted to write something that represented orphans.
There weren't any songs about orphans (except Annie - Hard Knock Life but that didn't really fit here) so this is the best I could do.
Hope all you orphans out there still had a great life.
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PoetryFervid Intensely enthusiastic or passionate, especially to an excessive degree. A collection of poetry by me. Each poem has a song + back story to it. I aim to write 1 poem per day from now (11/05/2015) until (11/06/2015) Hope you enjoy. Highest Ran...