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 Gaunt

2011

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