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Wednesday, February 4

Forgotten

Forgotten upon this sea of life
where perils enter in great strife;
time passes by and does not light,
as I drift without a dwelling in sight.

I lived, I loved, I became undone,
drifting as I can't outrun
the oceans of hostility -
that destroyed all my humanity.

I long for a day
where I can stay
upon a land
where a home does stand.

But until that time
I will drift like wind
upon the sea that never ends,
that defines my life with emptiness.

For I am a man without a home,
drifting upon this sea alone;
roaming, as I try to find,
yet, I wait…

Forgotten by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse