A Lost Memory

Sitting here in shadowed sorrow

Not knowing the true pain of tomarrow

Unable to see another face

Being stuck here in this isolated place

No recognition to be found

Gustling of wind is the only sound

The hardest thing to live without

Is being lost from the world with no account

Not a soul to remember you for who you are

Alone in your thoughts, away so far

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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