The Life of An Orphan 1

The wind blowing aggressively while a moment of quietness
Life blurring at a glance with visions of a world that is unclear
Loud thundering roars comes out of nowhere for a moment 
Shocking voices rapid noises become more permanent
So dark and gloomy cannot see the world in front 
Trying so hard to focus and still my little eyes cannot view
There stood shadows ominous and scary yet calm
The embrace and hearing the heartbeat of one who cares
Smooth lips on smooth skin a kind presence of unique 
Finally the own voice or volume came a spout of noise
Hungry not tainted with other than hunger striving to suckle
Then time came and the hunger disappeared 
Growing in a place that was damp and cold with restraint
Then came a change that mother cannot be near
Flesh needing warmth in a long travel that was a scare
Then calming wind and calming days appear
The threshold of despair came once more and it was quiet
Stumbling noise crying echoing across the field
The moment of departing was feeling quiet and anguishing
Stunned to be pulled away and the heartbeat disappeared
Came a lot of anger, spite, and nervousness that pierced
This came to an end to another place I suddenly am part of
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Agustin Avatar
December 18, 2024 at 9:09 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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