Based on the novel spoiled

A lonely child, I am on my own

Neither brothers nor sisters

I play alone.

One bed in my room

One person in that bed

Two feet and the bottom

And at the top, one head.

One mother and that’s all

Just me and her,

Just mum and I, and no father.

I wonder where he is,

I think at night,

Whilst im wrapped in my blankets

Warm and tight

Does he think of me?

When he’s all alone..

Does he know I exist?

He must have known!


Submitted: September 22, 2013

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Archia

I've never read that book, nor heard of it, but I didn't find it hindered this poem at all. I enjoyed reading this, and taking from it what I did. It had a nice flow to it too.

Sun, September 22nd, 2013 8:57am

anonymous poet

Aw thank you so much xx

Sun, September 22nd, 2013 10:14am

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