I feel as small as a speck of dust
That dances along the milky way
I feel as abandoned as a park
On which the children no longer play.
I feel as unloved as a garden
Which is neglected and overgrown
I feel as lonely as a drifter
Who walks the winding road all alone.
I feel as empty as an old bed
That nobody chooses to sleep upon
I feel as silent as a mute lark
That vainly tries to still sing his song.
I feel as fragile as red rose
That grows through the cracks of old cement
But do not shed tears over me, for
This is every orphans sad lament.
Hi John - Excellent structure - four quatrians and a consistent rhymimg pattern. It has flow and recites well. Good content - it scores a MAX. The things felt by your orphan paint pictures of neglect and despair. Small - abandoned - unloved - neglected - lonely - empty silent and fragile. there are also some lovely descriptors of these feelings. I like the last two lines which give a nice fatalistic conclusion to an excellent poem. 'But do not shed tears over me - for this is every orphans sad lament. Yours in poetry - JOHN.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strikes a true note. Well written and to the point poem.10.