Lonely

Loneliness fills my heart
As I through my dart.
No sound comes out of the room
As only a moth spinning a cacoon.
Juices of food spill
But families are ill.
Who could have done this
As my foes begin to kiss.
This is my life as a orphan
To only a man in clothes.

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Maya Angelou

Caged Bird

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Alex your poemis nice but ccontains some grammar prob. still its a nice poem