A Cry Of An Orphan Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Death, oh death, your sting cuts deep, for you have taken my parents from me when we were least prepared. Their absence has left a void in my life, and I am engulfed in sorrow and memories.

Once, I knew happiness, but now it feels like a distant memory. My nights are plagued with nightmares, and the thought of my parents brings tears to my eyes. My destiny seems uncertain, and my life feels empty, as I navigate a world filled with hatred and indifference.

I am alone in this world, an orphan adrift in a sea of families. Who will care for me now? Who will pay my tuition fees, hold my hand, or nurse me when I am sick? Who will offer me comfort and hope in times of despair?

There are no bedtime stories, no goodnight hugs or morning greetings from loving parents. I am left to fend for myself, shouldering the responsibilities of adulthood without guidance or support.

I yearn for the love and warmth of my parents, wishing they could wake up to cook my favorite meal or teach me valuable life lessons. Without them, I feel lost and vulnerable, like a ship without a compass.

All I desire is someone to love me, to offer guidance and assistance in this journey called life. Am I asking for too much? Or is it that no one sees me, the orphan, as worthy of their love and care?

But despite the pain and loneliness, I cling to hope, believing that someday, I will find the love and belonging I crave. Until then, I remain but an orphan, longing for the embrace of family and the comfort of home.