Sunlit dreams down the corridors,
frames of faces you won't recall;
I am just a fleeting thought–
a name you know but never learned.
I've never seen you when you're at home,
you never see me growing old;
for I feel jealous since I was small:
Never felt love since you were gone.
You mistake me for a stranger,
but I'm your firstborn's only son–
I make balls of sunshine, and it reflects
the tiny raindrops flowing from your face.
You never see me as I run the hills,
I never see you fall down that year–
for you are at the edge near heaven's seat,
while I'm earning fangs for my baby teeth.
YOU ARE READING
Abandoned
PoetryI come before you asking to come here and see- here lies a poetic anthology of pain, deception, and agony... Abandoned. (2024)
