The Once Forgotten

July 29, 2015

Black threads of ink

Hold weary souls

Forlorn poems

Crestfallen prose

Endless decay

Begets veneers

Through tight-lipped mouths

Of harsh-tongued peers

Broken-hand-hearts

Forget the sound

As beggars when

Coins hit the ground

Glorious trials

Immortal death

Made deities

In shortened breath

Short spans of life

Held weary souls

Once Forgotten

Forever known

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