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Forgotten
The hero with no name, the girl with no shame, the voice with no pain.
Time marches on and leaves us all behind,
even when looking you can't always find,
the key to the door, the line to the joke, the yin to the yan.
We go forgotten beyond the relms of dark light,
we come forgetting the world in our sight.
Past faces moving into obscurity like innocence losing its purity.
Probability becomes inevitability,
as our fate shifts us to our destiny.
Time marches on....
and my memories are gone...........
but not forgotten...
anonamous
i like the play on words in this poem, no poem is complete without confusion
Thats my style
Yer I like a puzzle with a few angles, i'm not very good at simplicity... mind you i don't think I'm that good at complexity.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.
That's good! I can actually
That's good! I can actually feel the pain inside of the poem! Keep up the awsome work! =)
<3
Forgotten pain?
thankyou, it's not ment to be a pain filled piece , more a reminder that all things will fall in to obscurity.. but that in its self is pain. I commend your perseption, please read and tell me what you think of silent nights I would like to her your view point on it.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.
yin to the yan
Great write. reads well and at a good paste.
keep penning
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brush to the pan
Cheers me ol' mucker, the pace is the one thing i strive hard to nail bang on, even if the words don't quite fit the pace will force the flow.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.