The Forgottens

The Forgottens

A Poem by Wyrn Tiger

Torn,

ripped,

crushed,

burnt,

traped,

run over,

It's over.


Tired of being battered, beaten, punched.

My dreams have shattered, lost diamonds in sunshine.

Sick of being pulled down,

sunk,

ripped,

and shredded beyond recognition.


Just a fading scar people have forgotten about,

A scar too ugly to look at.

Well,

strike a match,

burn it down,

shout it out,

scream It out

because I’m coming.

I will not be forgotten.

I will rise and help others rise.

We are the forgotten

but now the unforgotten.



© 2018 Wyrn Tiger



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Added on February 20, 2018
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Wyrn Tiger
Wyrn Tiger

springfeild, MO



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