. In overcrowd of family I was orphan. No legacy Of leftover dream, in shut Into indifference and colds Unfounded, of cacophonies, Egg of unreal yolks cracked, Where even a heart is mute Without ear, without touch, When a soul is overlooked, Like a shadow in high sun, With parents, who seethe, Breaking their own bonds, In a room free of warmth, Unbeknownst, harmony, Let loose from civilities, Open to rot and curses, Hollow as any prideful Automatons bent out Selfless unknowings True destructions, Negating orphan.