Much like what has been, I’m now deserted;
The forgotten past, the here-and-gone —
And what claims I might have once asserted
Find no soul to rest a claim upon
Like a voice that cries when winds are wailing,
I have not been heard, nor will I be:
It is nothing, just a human failing —
Chalk it all up to
Mortality
I really like this poem. While reading – I feel its sadness.
Thank you, Sumyanna. – Owen
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We hear you, though.
Wasn’t sure my irony came through.