Forgotten Are Forgotten
Forgotten are forgotten
Forgotten,
left on the side of the road,
tossed out with the trash,
litter in someone else’s world,
cold soup in a fractured bowl
spilled in the void of those
who have left without a thought
Though this is not what I remember,
there was a day when people cared,
sought out reminders,
flourished as members,
accepted the new and the old
Not anymore, not now as
hate breathes in acrid gusts
and fading smiles dissipate
down desolate alleyways
Life become meaningless
when words lose their edge
and actions rely on threats
wielded by costumed bystanders
seeking only that paycheck
Digging deep for some belief,
promising bilateral lies,
facing non-judgement for
merely a walk in the light
shining down from clouds of fame,
raining on the shame
Twisted mementos for safekeeping
until the next band screams
before the audience even arrives
They were nothing, they are nothing
and so it goes,
as easy as it came
the end runs from the beginning
and the forgotten are
forgotten
it’s just not the same anymore
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