On My Dead Body An Orphan Poem by Mohammed Balchi

As i look at the sky's apogee
I see the world, world in the eye of me
As i descend where Childs have been
as they say i wasn't seen
Why could i ever not bring
the passion, passion of spring
sitting by the moon with one a company
a same but darker but no feelin' fervency
as i look at him and looks on me
i see the dark-side in others always i see
as you enter me and i 'm not certain
seeing on you drop-in the curtain
and off to stay alone
lonely in this tone
as my side of the sun rises
boys lookin' at me i them despises
and they hit me so badly
off to be sent so sadly
but i look to see whose beside me
none wind rustling pushing me
and insults the wind blows
and my curtains on me closes
and the hatred i get often
my wound never to soften
the pain of an orphan bites me
though nothin' standing for everything despites me
as i sweep your chimney's yours for money
you hit, lie but left empty tummy
and as i clean you shoes
spits you say to blame to whose
and as i remove your litter
my life taste me bitter
as i run to my home
to hold to someone close
i come to mistaken
hell to me taken
the pain my brain's endorphin
lone on my dead body an orphan
as i ran to mom and dad
come to a stage no more glad
find the sand and your bone
remember your name if written on gravestone
lost by your souls in big wide world
lost till someone holds
stop the pain of endorphin
lone on my dear body an orphan