Forget Me Not. Forget Me Still.

Forget me not, forget me still.

Tomorrow I can count the days.

The little burdens pushing pills

That slow and melt your soul away.

Today is here, tomorrow gone,

Abaft the pain and anguish .

Which lives confused in wretched dawn

As bodies quickly languish.

Of lists and lists you search the skies,

Hoping to find your reasons.

The lists grow long and tire the eyes

Over season after seasons.

The river tells it’s sorry song

Of growing and depleting.

It’s spoken word echoing long.

It’s melody, lost, bleating.

Today, tomorrow, towards infinity,

Our questions go on guessing .

Why we shrink to iniquity

In our minds without a blessing?

And claw we will at scraps of hope

To keep our sorry dreams.

For that’s the only way we cope

When nothing’s as it seems.