The Chosen

The Chosen

In the dark night
loneliness creeps
like an orphan
into the temporary light
of the temporary moon
wondering
if he has a chance
a hope
a place to feel
almost wanted
almost loved.

 

Sometimes
in the bright morning
comfort comes
like an orphan
telling a friend
on their last day together
someday
you’ll be chosen
like me
like this
truly wanted
almost loved.

 

 

 

DeMaris
2011

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