The Longing Soul Poem by Roy Johannes Gama

THE PAIN IN MY HEART

To be called a street kid, a junkie I was
To be seen and called a lost orphan child while both parents lived
Happily in a neighbouring country
Only a six year old abandoned child
Going through bushes to find bush fruits only to satisfy my hunger
Going to school in smelly mixed socks
Then to be send back for fees

A tear used to be a sign of struggle in my existence
In my existence a smile had been there just for few minutes
Sorrow, hunger and toil used to be the cause of tears in my existence
None wiped the tears of sorrow from my eyes
The stench smell of my scent
Would repel even my friends

The pain in my heart
Where I used to call home,
Food was scarce
Only eaten occasionally
Sometimes once a day
Often going hungry for days
Having to beg on my way to school
As if I came from a homeless family

Days looked shorter and nights longer
regretted why on earth such sorrow befell me
I had no peace, in the presence of my tears
I had no peace, in my existence
In such a world of sorrow I was in
With tears of sorrow pain covered my face
The pain in my heart