Forgotten. Not.

Woman
Woman At Temple Street

 

Old
Lined
Limned with time.

You are old
The crazed mirror
Winked at you.

Sins are what you see
Leaning against glass
Outside buildings
Forbidden you.

People gone
Family none
Love unknown.

Pain, your trustworthy friend.

Who are you?
What were you?
Before time began.

Ravaged look
Famished frame
Now who are we to blame?

The years were unkind
Marching unmindful
Heedless
Merciless.

Bleeding bodies
Too dead to care.

Never you mind
It won’t be long
Before answers come
To questions asked
Directed at a god
You neither see nor feel.

Forgotten

You are not.

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