FoRgOtTeN

I was sad. Alone. Tell me what you think…
The past is only the waiting to be the forgotten
The forgotten is the fun that was had
The pain and memory can’t leave your thoughts
Your joy and sprit is not only the fist thing forgotten
It is the one thing you can’t feel again.
Death is the pain of souls
Pain is a figment of your judgment
Waiting to be created, when life has been forgotten

The forgotten comes and goes
Life and birth is the forgotten
Life can’t be felt it, but can be taken
Maybe then maybe now
You are the forgotten
The left behind
It doesn’t show weakness
It shows souls drifting apart and away.

By Meghan Kelly
Published: 12/16/2006 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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