reaching out, desperate
surrounded but feeling left out
again alone and cold
into the shadows
begins the drift
my strength, forgotten
like a faded pair of blue jeans
waded up and tossed
into a corner
on the floor
walking away, forsaken
thinking no one can really see
slipping and falling down
dark tortured abyss
into my mind
lonely days, hopeless
chained locked up and caged
the bars and walls
easily built around
my bleeding heart
~Mark Schutter ©2014
Poem #20 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month or #OctPoWriMo. The prompt from the OctPoWriMo 2014 website was to write about forgetting something or being late and the stress and anxiety of that. This is what I was able to come up with. Not really about being late or forgetting something but the pain of being forgotten. ~M
