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.
Copyright ©
Davorin Pasovic
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