But through the twisting curving paths of my mind,
thoughts are lost
lost
lost
in the alcoves hidden throughout
Unseen by the masses
Forgotten
I went to say hello to my friend.
Back turned.
Slowly, she turned her head.
In her eyes, I see, wide, dull
Forlorn eyes, empty of feeling
She opens her mouth, seeming to say something
But doesn’t, and closes her mouth again.
Forgotten
Written by Stephano
Topics: Archive (2012-2019), Uncategorized