I lay here forgotten,
My dreams like shattered glass.
My heart has failed—
The pain is coming fast.
This abstract world
Invisible through my sight;
Wishes that once glowed like stars
Now black holes engulfing the sky.
I lay here forgotten
On this bridge of clouds
My eyes have blurred
And in sight there is no sound.
The world that had mothered me
Abandoned me for another child.
It was love that belonged to me—
Now love seems no longer vital.
I lay here forgotten
And even light has lost its shine;
I transform into cracked stone
Breaking in this eternal night.
My tears have become poison
Gray mist—my breath.
But this is the life
That one lives after death.
For I am not forgotten,
I simply have yet to exist.
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Poetry"A poem begins with a lump in the throat." (Robert Frost) Collection of poems, Volume One (2012-2013) © Copyright by Dahlia Pimentel. All rights reserved.