Forgotten
I wrote this in light of the fact that history and the thirst for knowledge seems to have diminished over the years. I sometimes wish we could go back to when times were simpler. When a greater importance was placed on wisdom and the truth within poems. This poem was written from the perspective of a book lost on the shelves. And its feelings on the passage of time.
I use to sit upon a throne of glory
But now as I fade away
none know of my story
At a lost time I'd guide
those before me
Wisdom was the light
My cover was the key
But now as the pages turn
Memory fades til burned
The path for forever free
Was lost amongst
the dying breed
Those who seeked me
Fell like autumns leaves
My temple dressed in cobble stone
Trembles since times flown
The limericks held within
go as sonnets slowly end
Our decades became
Our only friend most
common visitor tis the wind
I dwell amongst devine
Yet our truth you've yet to find
It hurts to know we'll be forgotten
But like the rest our roads
Go untrodden, we're a lost piece
of treasure but our hope is
to be sought again
About the Creator
Shalløw
Be the light others can't show, Be the water to the ones who can't grow, Be the friend others wish to know. Don't lose yourself to pain because it might never let go. 031
-19 made it into college lol
-Shalløw
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi7 days ago in Fiction
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