The Unfavoured Child

The sun has refused to shine
on my life; all i see
is blackness.
The songs i hear
The music, the laughter
cannot lift my heart
its load is too great.
I lift my face to the wind
to feel it caress my skin
I cannot feel it
it has gone the other way.
There are no soft rain drops
to soothe my face
only a muddy storm
to drown me; and defeat me
I am not cursed
I have not transgressed
my only sin is that
of the unfavoured child.