Forgotten and Unredeemable
I'm forgotten...
and the thing is I never knew how
forgotten I really was until I was
reminded by your failure to
love me.
Now I'm sinking in
a reverie of loneliness,
and just can't seem to
find the barren shore.
I’m unredeemable…
and the thing is I never knew how
unredeemable I really was until I was
reminded by your incurable soul.
Now I am left irrelevant;
irreparable and wounded
without a mending suture-
for life is irrevocably unfixable,
and I am disregarded and
remain hopeless.
Despondent and desperate,
I will be remembered as unredeemable.
October 27, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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