Forgotten

Detrimental,

Sickened,

Awakening.

I wish there were the teals,

Among the waves,

The sorrow of hands now open to avail.

The ghastly horror,

Movies and books alike,

Dead skin makes clumps in the gutter.

It's hollow,

A point to be made,

Heatwaves send shivers down your spine.

Empty,

And forgotten,

A glass jar in the pantry.

It's simple,

And audactious,

To send another scout.

To be another scout,

Foolish,

And afraid.

The evil from the corner,

A child wrapped in blankets,

The walls talk of younger tales.

But it doesn't stop when you close your eyes,

It cannot without permission,

An unchanging facet of society.

And the folly of man,

The seconded in nature,

Raise your right hand.

Service to god,

Those now forgotten,

Bats of a glistened cave.

Imaginary friends,

Just now,

They stand await besides the balcony.

Do you jump?

To save the others,

The train brakes on hardened steel.

But don't be afraid now,

Child,

So they wish you to hear.

But I heard it,

Now besides the brick wall,

And cracks do not sit without meaning.

Aside from the abandoned,

The shattered glass,

And dead till their grave.

For the end comes in many forms,

And I wish to be forgotten,

It's strange when the stars don't twinkle.

Holding the light,

Hand jittery,

You step with cold fingers.

But icey water still and stirs,

This yesterday now another passer by,

And it seems to hold you tighter.

The one that stands behind and say,

Nothing in your life,

Will step you any closer.

I just wish there was a way,

To rewrite what I was given,

To be something worth a damn.

I guess we'll all just be forgotten