I publish the finished poem ‘orphan’ at http://www.charles.osewalt.com

This was the first draft

orphan

there is No one, No
One

as alone as a twin, separated at birth from their other

there is -no memories, no moments, no image of your other; there is only aching sorrow of an unremembered, intense presence

there only is a pain, a hurt, a lacking. an abyss of-sorrow remains.

it is that which all the bitter hate of a world can not fill

try as I might yearly, daily, momentary

perhaps, if I could find my other, we could fill sorrow’s abyss- together,
with our combined bitterness and
hate?