Roselyn Wanjohi Poet Free verse

The Cries of a Broken Heart

My eyes and ears are tired
  of seeing and hearing 
I can see that momma is sad, 
I can hear her cries through the night. 
But why papa? Where are you?
I'm tired of always making up stories 
  in my mind of who you are. 
I don't know if you are red, green or yellow. 
But why papa? I love you, I miss you
 even if I have never seen you. 
Can you imagine how difficult it is for me? 
They call me a bastard, insult me and tell me
 that I am a bad omen, an outcast.
That I don't have a father
Papa where are you at? Come and 
 rescue me from this suffering. 
Please tell me papa
Where are you? I miss you,
I need you more than ever papa
Where are you?

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Orochi C. Joshua November 21, 2018 at 7:07 AM The demise of a loved one could be devastating. My dad left me at a very young age, thank God for my mummy who stood by me to watch me grow to the man I am today. Your story is a universal story! Find encouragement in what you do. Roselyn Wanjohi November 10, 2019 at 10:44 AM Thank you so much Joshua for the encouragement.