ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Forgotten

In deep corners of my lonely presence,

I creep along into the darkness,

To be lost,

Not to be found.

To be forgotten,

Ashes turned to ground.

Sometimes,

With hope,

I look behind.

Trying to search for a pair of eyes.

Trying to find some comfort,

Trying to find someone,

Who hasn't closed his doors shut.

But as I look far beyond,

I find,

I am long forgotten and into the doom,

Such so that,

Even my shadow from me,

Far behind looms.