Song Of An Orphan Poem by Martin Greyford

It was a long time ago
When everything was right with me.
I had all I had wanted
Most especially to be loved
By my two parents.

It was a journey worthy taking.
Then all of the sudden
Death knocked at our door.
He said his boss would be upset
If he didn't go with anyone.

He took first my mother
And then my father.
I'm now left alone in this
Cold, dark unfriendly world
With no one to lean on.

If at all I ever knew
That they would die
I could have have refused coming to this world.
I lie down in the shadow
No longer the light of my dreams before me.

They are all shattered
Enclosed in an envelope.
Help me to shatter this darkness;
To smash this night
And break the shadow into a thousand lights.

I now sorrow at the hills
Not me alone though
Like an arrow
Pierced through to the marrow
And past the bone.

Your grief and mine must intertwine
Like a sea and a river
For they are the only people left.
Joy may be shy, unique
But friendly to a few.

My eyes are filled with sorrow
Like I've taken the concoction
Made of aloes
It's bitter very bitter
But the sorrow must be laid.