Orphans

They were my creation
My responsibility
Yet
I cast them aside
Left them alone
Discarded
Destitute
Unwanted
No more than names on paper
From my crying pen
As i moved on
With reckless abandonment
I put them in an orphanage
And
In time
Wondered
If they were adopted
But considered
That if i didn't truly want them
Who else would?
I felt guilty
Then mourned their loss
I decided to track them down
Eventually found
That they were still together
Their names
Kept in a floder
Titled
The orphanage
For my unwanted
Poems
 
by Jemia