An Orphan at Heart

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Silently I judge thee irony in that black void,

a heart that dares not speak,

a love that dares to defy,

the simplest pleasures of a boy.

Nothing can compare to the silence

that speaks to him tonight.

In his solitude lies the darkest sin.

Those who dared enter Heaven’s gates –

lackluster beings without a home –

now silently engulfed in a labyrinth of distaste.

Comprehend, they will not;

they can’t speak to him tonight.

Inside a coma stricken mind,

white, black, blue

all the lines that could be drawn,

fade silently into the blackness.

Not to be questioned, no one to answer to,

an orphan at heart, a dreamer at night.