Deserted In An Utmost Unloving Manner Poem by Cameron Gallant

I sit alone, deserted in an utmost unloving manner
The rains cascades down my windows as tears
I’m lonely alone, with nobody to console me
Deserted the only family I’ve ever had

I reminisce to that time forever ago
When the trouble was first stirred and brewed into a hurricane of pain
It was just a letter, that white soft paper no different than the rest
For all I knew

But those words stirred my family into action
Low, urgent voices. Tension I felt in every room
And then one day they were gone and never came back
Yet I couldn’t fight, and couldn’t help, I could only be who I am

I cried

And then I sat in darkness, growing dust like an abandoned cellar
And the rain could wash the dirt but never the pain

I still cry

I sit alone, deserted in an utmost unloving manner
As the rains cascades down my windows as tears
Does anybody love me? I don’t know

The empty house on the corner the bank took. A sign in my yard spelling ‘Foreclosed’

(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)