Only the Forgotten

Only the Forgotten

Drifting like the wind,

Across lands and seas of difference.

But even the wind has its own past.

Instead, I drift from place to place,

As the unwanted person I truly am.

People move, walk, and live,

But what about me?

Instead, I watch them live and grow and thrive,

While I myself do nothing, for I am frozen in time.

A wasted life on a wasteful hope,

A wish that was never truly breathed into a lifeless body.

To be truly forgotten,

It is I who knows what it feels like.