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Forgotten

December 18, 2011
By Anonymous

Cobwebs fill my ebony lungs, desolate and arid
A thin layer of rust coats my heart, comatose yet torrid
My brain chills, icicles suspend from the rotting plasm
Soot sticks to the walls of my stomach desiring the slightest spasm

My mind lacks thought
My joints are stiff
My soul, distraught

Relief, two crescent moons of light illuminate the dust in their weightless dance
Releasing me from my lifeless trance


The author's comments:
This poem reflects my consistent cycle of drifting into the gray and being brought back to life. I think many other young people can relate to losing themselves in their day to day lives and forgetting how to actually live.

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