Unknown

March 29, 2018
By RedRedRed BRONZE, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
RedRedRed BRONZE, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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What was done was unimportant
What was seen, to be forgotten
What was known is lost
It was unimportant anyway.

They are unknown,
Insignificant,
To be forgotten.

Life amounting to nothing,
Nothing of importance.

And in death, all memories extirpated,
A story left unrecorded,
Destroyed by a lack of impact on the world


The author's comments:

This poem is about how easy it is to be forgotten. It is about the fear of not making an impact, and not having any sort of legacy.


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