ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ

Forgotten

To be swept unto the forgetful ground where I was thought to have drowned,
lapped no memory of my winged self; wings aglow with dreary.
More I searched on the bleached white ground, yet none familiar was found,
for in my weary heart where hope once wrought, all faded and bleary-
memories, they fall for e'er.

When shall I seek the once colourful snow, that once lit me aglow?
Or shall I descend into my wreckage, crippling to Life's bleak end?
To be drenched in despair's aimless trench, aglow with mindless hollow-
'Tis where my soul is, an end that n'er transcends; where I meet my end."
Yet my soul, lost long ago-
Had been long forgotten.