Forgotten
Yet another bit of poetry…hope you are all enjoying this to a slight degree…
Forgotten
Erased
That is what this feels like
Gone without a trace
Obliterated from the mind
Why am I the only one holding on
Holding my past memories so dear
What was once something to calm the storm
Is now a black poison in my veins
Everyone else able to continue on
No one looks back and sees what I do
The memories are all but gone
Gone to all, but to me, not forgotten
Everyone sees us as separate now
Like two individuals
Instead of one being together
Or perhaps they are just being too polite
So why everyone else looks forward
I’ll be the one looking back
Fill the needle up with that tar black ink
I will remember—and We will never be forgotten
Encyclopedia Psychotika 