Even though
my yearning hands
were under someone’s aegis,
i can still sense
Incomplete.
The cold steel bars
that block the window
were warmed by my palms
every time I stay there for hours
thinking of myself and my Mom,
my Dad and I
until…
a tragedy separates us
for time indefinite
When I am alone
I sense their presence
like diluted tendrils
meddling my doleful heart.
I often close my eyes
and listen to my cry
that thread upon
the labyrinth road
from where I stand
towards heaven.
I miss something;
a parents’ love, touches, hugs
that I only experience in dreams
Sometimes my desire is so great
that wanes the distance
between my reality and my reverie
and when I open my eyes
emptiness hits me…
My daily nightmare…
The secrets of my heart
I hide from the world
except from the cold steel bars
of this orphanage window
beneath the concealing
aged mango tree;
the witness of my adversity.
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