poem/orphan vivaldi

Orphan Vivaldi

W.A. Pradana

I live in unlivable life

Worrying my worryness no worry

No parents present the presents

No carer in care home cares me carefully

I sing singers’ songs

On the street below the streetlight is up my street

Secretly secrete my secret secrets

Avoiding my avoidable avoidance

I am an orphan who’s orphaned in orphanage

I look for my parents looks

Miss someone who miss me

Need someone’s need of me

I love being loved by lovers

But no one knows my knowable knows

Will my God’s will fit my will? or

Am I a hoper hoping my hopeless hope?