The Orphan

Pity the poem alone
the bastard child    
of a promiscuous mind  
overlooked and ignored  
crying in the night  
"see me, read my words"  
"I have no meaning if left unheard"  
do we comfort the lonely poem  
or do we find fault    
and condemn  
all too ready to delete  
ha! as if it were that easy  
to erase the memory    
of an unloved poem  
forever haunting our mind