To be forsaken by one's mother,
and forgotten by one's father,
is a fate worse than death.
Forsaken and forgotten,
by nature and by time.
How can a mother not know her own son?
Did she not give birth to him?
How can a father stab his own flesh,
and spill his own blood?
How often I wish this pain could be turned,
like energy coursing through my veins, then out.
Out, out, out...
then forgotten.
