Friday, February 8, 2019

Easily Forgotton

Time and time again,
I'm convinced that I could be easily forgotten.

"Call you back"
False hope
From loved ones that have seen it all, but turned a blind eye.

Time and time again,
I'm convinced that my voice is just an echo.
Reverberating into the unknown,
Like a song left unsung.

Time and time again,
I'm convinced that my whisper is just the wind,
Passing by,
On a breezy day in Central Park,
Not a thought to accompany it.

So here I lay again,
Broken,
Bound to my thoughts.
Empty , yet seemingly whole.

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