Forgotten

I had once remembered
the touch of the sun;
the cool of the wind
and all the fun.

I had once remembered
what it was like to bleed;
and having those say,
"what a great cut, indeed."

I had once remembered
what it was like to sleep;
to close your eyes
and have a slumber, deep.

Yet now all those are forgotten
as I lay in my grave;
thinking no thoughts 
but others saying I was brave.

-Me 

~

Hello, it is I, Crystal. After a long break, I decided to psot again. And yes, I thought of that poem on the spot for the sake of Rememberance Day.

I remember those who have fallen on our behalf. I remember those who have fought for us, bravely. 

~Crystal

 

 

Published by Crystal Lunar