Forgotten

I wrote 3 poems this summer, today I share with you the first: Forgotten Life is all the things we never do. Somewhere in the blood and dirt. Remember the call you never run to. Holding down this mangled earth. Won't someone tell me? That its still true, When I don't feel it? Won't someone scold me? That I'm off track, When I've forgotten? Death is a culmination of sorts, The fruition of pain and toil. Letting go of the sand that's fallen, through our fingers all the while.

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