Desolate Islands

 
Only orphans
understand
the insides of
an orphan
 
no family
holidays
birthdays
soccer games
 
Growing up alone
and unloved
in a cold heartless
World
where no one cares
about your
worth
 
You herald independence
cause you have nothing
else
everyone reveres
your freedom
and strength
 
unaware
of the dark
desolate
loneliness
hate
and
pain that reigns
 
We deny our
Self-loathing
in efforts
to commune
to perfect avail
 
We’re islands
Unto ourselves
wrapped up tight
and hard
 
When eyes rest
upon our
hard-won edifices
they cannot see
our helplessness
our fear
alone, unloved,
worthless selves
 
Auto-pilot
in a world that
doesn’t know what
to do with us
anyway
 
So we stay away
safe on our
isolated islands
away from the
strangers who
would convince us
that we are not
alone
convince us to
feel, expose our hearts
to their will
and want
 
But we orphans
know too well-
if blood cannot
love me, then
strangers never
will
 
they will bleed
us of our resources
and spices then
leave our island
bare,
now desolate
which is where
we remain
alone
 
forever aware
of this reality
where love and
loyalty can
never be

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