The Forgotten

I am tortured by the agony of memory,
but not of remembering;
I am plagued by the forgotten.

I can't remember her face,
I can't recall her laugh,
I can't recite her words.

I could once tell you everything,
I want to tell you something,
But I can't tell you anything.

She was the first I ever loved,
The first I ever loathed,
The first I ever forgave.

Oh what am I to do?
How am I to live today
if I can't learn from before?

Reviews

[Mary Christabel George]

Enriched with Love & a something to learn at the end of it. Well written Will.

[Jamestown]

I have the opposite problem, I can't forget! Thanks for sharing new friend b-blessed!

[Rita L. Sev]

First loved - first loathed... yep. That's how it goes. Whether we know it or not, we always learn from the past... A poignant, painful walk down Memory Lane, Will

[Will]

Thanks so much, Rita :)

[Leslie Philibert]

A fine poem from a young talent...

[Will]

Thank you very much

[Baby Ricochet]

That's what happens when you get old. You can't remember s**t

[Will]

One of the pains of growing up I suppose

[jzadski]

This piece is beautiful. I love the writing style and the message that's being said. Really deep and emotional. x

[Will]

Thank you very much. I'm glad you could connect to it :)