My parents, they didn't want me.
They left, without thinking.
Just in the desert, where I was left to be
alone, with no one, nothing.
Then they found me there,
stuffed in a box, scared.
No fresh air,
and they barely cared.
But they sent me to a shelter,
where I was cared for.
And my life got better,
and I swore
that even if I'm just living a portion
of life, I'm just lucky to be an orphan.
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This one was horrible. Really, really bad.
So maybe I'm going to do haiku next time, because it's short and fun...I guess.
~liquidmoonlight74/Olympusaddict
YOU ARE READING
Darkest Times
PoetryYou might not have a difficult life, but millions of others do. They might seem like they're alone, but they're not. The darkest times of our lives are the ones that will stay with us forever.
