Lights out

Dear Forgotten,


You have showed me great things in the last 37,500 hours. Helped me function better than I ever could have without your radiance.


So it pains me to say

That I stopped appreciating you.

For the first 168 hours

I could hardly handle the brightness

But after that,I expected it from you.

Neglecting you for days at a time as long as you were there.

When I went to see you

To my suprise you were dead.

The pitiful part is that

I did not feel bad

I was not shocked

I simply went to the cabinet and replaced you with a new you


Simply human,



This poem is about: 
Our world


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