I Am Lifeless Poem by Paris Thulare

Dear God, I'm here in a world colliding,
love has abandoned the poor soul in me,
So is Momma who left me hanging in basket, Down marone street.
I never met Dad,
words of the street say he was once a knowneer,
mowing those of kinds.

Yet i'm hear the unknown,
sinless and stuck, broken and stressed,
With nobody, nor a shelter to cover my soul.
I'm here poked by hunger,
Following the footsteps of bins,
to sleep at least a fully belly.

Torned as I am,
What to wear worries me no more,
As long as I'm covered, then I'm all at peace.
I've heard of my family at west,
but it seems they know I exist not.

5 years in the frontier,
Being chased by dogs, cops, landlords with swords only coz we searching for life on the streets.
If could hear me out there,
please find me a purpose, I'm lifeless