Forgotten -- A poem

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem of what I thought what would be going on in the mind of a man who had been locked in a box for some reason or another.

Submitted: March 06, 2008

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Crouching here with broken bones,
I feel myself draining away.
I can’t reach that glass of stagnant water,
Or the moldy bread and clementines,
that would be heaven in this hell.
I’m dying locked without the sun,
I’m dying trapped a little box…
I need that which man has not left…
The courage to die.
I stay here fighting with all of my energy left,
Clinging to dainty threads of hope…
Someone will save me.
When in reality I know very well that they won’t.
I stay and suffer when I should let myself to peace.
Why am I still human?
I’m sure even if I did survive that I wouldn’t be human…
But right now,
This foolish is so painfully human,
that I feel that this foolishness will be my last human deed.
A searing pain!
This is light?
I remember light…
A voice…
So vaguely familiar…
I now lack the courage to live!
Even now panic is running through me,
Draining me!
Fear that someone who once knew me will forget what was me…
Me…
I remember little of me.
Who am I?
Oh god, I’ve forgotten!
I fear this… this oblivion!
That’s right… I have a phobia…
A phobia of being forgot…ten.
Fading, fading, fading…
I am faded…
I am…
Gone.


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