Shortly after i was forgotten

When the dirt covers your body you will truly remember all that you loved all that you hated, it will grow through your thighs, between your armpits between your legs into your thoughts, your secrets, dead and bloated, no more pains no more worry, just you and your secrets, your tears and your fears, all melting under the pressure of dirt, the black dirt. Can you open your mind now, the third eye, look outside does anyone care, are there flowers, visitors, or just fall reaching out with its dry tears in shape of leaves. Just an occasional stranger, maybe a drunk, or a forgotten friend also alone wishing he helped you out more, shortly after, he is also gone. Those you loved the most moved on, picture of you in their valet replaced thrown away, there is a new man, new soul digging into your home, sitting in your chair eating your food drinking your wine, he was never stopped, instead let in to walk all over everything you ever worked for. They say family friends, best friends, all that is just one big lie, another trick of an eye, this wasn't it, The American Dream, what was it all for, and for who was i here all these years, under the hot sun, over the hot grill, out in the field, all that work over the years, for what and for who, maybe this was just for afterlife, or after people life, i have become just the forgotten picture in a forgotten home where love never was only a dream, just the dream, dream.