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,
J.B
This poem is about:
Our world