I’m sitting at this family home,
Presented with my favorite dishes
But, I still sit alone with my glass of vinegar
And platter filled with thoughts for food
Watching teeth skinned,
When daddy plays Naught Professor.
Every moment seem more hilarious to them
But I swallowed without chewing;
How distant the earth is from the sun,
Yet, its warmth is felt miles away
But here I feel like,
Two planets only two meters apart
And I can’t feel the temperate climate.
Me in my own forlorn world,
With temperatures below zero-
No place to cuddle in blankets of fire wood.
Solitude would be a better comrade;
For this company sure make me feel alone.
I detest this feeling,
The only white in this district of blacks
Luther Hippolyte
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-broken-and-lonely/
