The Forgotten

Today is the full moon

And on this day my heart was corked

My mind scattered shooting thoughts like a supernova

Everything seemed to distract me of what this day was meant for

To remember the forgotten

The lost boys who have forgotten who they are and where they came from

The aimless spirits who can't find their way back home

The abandoned children left at the stations of suffering

The noblemen who shoulders heavy responsibilities and can never get respite

The sick and the fallen who are taking their last breaths

Myself, who forgot my purpose again

As the moon illuminates my nebulous mind

I sit and gather the strength to pass the day of the forgotten

To reach the day of remembrance