Forgotten

FORGOTTEN

A fire so deep,
my eyes they weep,
no one to hear me cry.
A shard of glass,
to help time pass,
In my bed i lay.

To be lost forever,
or never found,
which fate could be worse.
My reflection cast,
to never be seen,
my tide forever cursed.

With every moon,
and setting sun,
my loss and sorrow grows.
For every tear,
and drop of blood,
my wounds are harder sewn.

To lay awake,
amongst my dreams,
the night it whispers cold.
For when dawn breaks,
and I fall asleep,
my tale forever be untold.