Anxious Poets Society
Born Abandoned
I was born abandoned, no light to guide me on my way.
I was born an orphan,
In darkness now I lay.
The forest’s shadows full of tricks and illusion.
I wander this maze endlessly,
Mind filled with confusion.
Left by he who had me begotten,
I was left by holy spirit,
Left to be lost and to be forgotten.
And as I look upon the faces of most of my kind,
I see their empty gazes,
they too look for the path, that I long to find.
I know I might still be lost for ages,
Looking for the answers,
In the words of prophets and of sages.
I also know that I might never,
Walk in the right direction,
And thus be lost here in this world, my bonds not able to sever.
I might die and never know,
Where I have come from,
Or where I will finally go.
Yet please understand, how I ache to end my tome,
By saying; I was born abandoned,
But at last I found my home.
Max W. Montfort is an aspiring poet and novelist as well as an amateur philosopher. Hailing from the Netherlands, Max is interested in subjects such as; religion as well as identity & ethnicity, and is most fond of re-watching old episodes of Monty Python. Feel free to send a message or strongly worded letter to; mwmontfort@gmail.com.