I am the forgotten,
Who sits on a single bench
Near a quietly loud beach,
I sit waiting for something
Or someone who has seemingly
Forgotten me.
The clouds hover above
I see the future on the horizon,
An uncertain and scary thing
Of a reality yet to happen,
Why must I wait?
Wasn't the four and a half long enough?
The only thing to accompany me
Is a slight breeze,
And distant waving trees.
You've unknownly
Left me to a slow demise
Only in your eyes am I capable,
To soon such a realistic fable,
I'll kindly remove my troubles
From your kitchen table.
I speak but I must follow
The world's advise
On matters they can not grasp.
Here I am waiting
And for what?
To be told the same old thing,
I once had a dream
That everyone knew what
My poetic lines mean.
Here I am,
Alone
Again waiting for the response,
Sitting on a single bench
By the quietly loud beach,
With clouds above.
The sun is my company,
But your absence
Makes me the forgotten.
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Treehouse Poetry
PoezieThis is a collection of poetry I have written expressing love, death and many aspects of life in between.