Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography

Where do Orphans go to Burn?

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Where do Orphans go to burn?

The children, awake as they shake stillness from their wooden cots,
Hide remnants of their ignorance, beneath the tangled threads of a shagged sheet.
Through the holes of what once a stranger’s robe,
Unfamiliar, yet the only family they’ve ever known,
Their eyes fixate on the twinkling sky; the only time their heads held high.
And the stars in splendor catch their disillusioned gaze,
As they reminisce a light that once was.

The children, who never sleep, watch the scarlet streamers leap across the crooked cracks as the fiery pit awaits its cue.
The roof, heavy with miseries, stretches its arms to embrace them,
Falling into the blackness of their eyes, it falls forever.

In their beds, warm for the first time, they burn.
Their only comfort; teddy bears with broken arms.

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – April 21, 2013

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Author: melindafoshat

Poet, dreamer, philosopher, photographer

2 thoughts on “Where do Orphans go to Burn?

  1. Almost made me cry- you capture the pain and the child’s helplessness so well

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