PS I'll pick and choose and PM them to anyone who thinks they can handle it but I won't just pose it unless it's like The Forgotten One's

The majority of the poetry I write is dark, I understand you not wanting to trigger anyone.

the work of a bard is to write from the soul and allow people to think and see things from different angles - dark or light - that one line of poetry in a poem is the important one that strikes a chord in the reader eg. emily dickenson's 'I felt a funeral in my brain' what a line!!!I could talk about the 'rope around my neck' and worry about it triggering someone but i might be talking about a rope of creamy lustrous pearls....poetry is there to be interpreted by the individual reading it sometimes far from what the writer intended and that is all to the good so long as it inspires the reader to think outside of the comfort zone.

That's very true Irish. Sometimes I feel a ghost light in my heart, an emptiness in my soul, darkness in my eyes where the light of life once stood.

Very true, Irish.

I feel like that too sometimes, Presh. Even though it's a crappy feeling, it can produce some good poetry...... That's what I've found anyway.

I wrote The Forgotten One's and dedicated it to the forgotten children. It made it seem more special somehow

Children are just special in general. They're so innocent and full of life. They're not really aware of the negativity in the world.

That's true. But so many are forgotten, looked past, looked through. Abused and unseen.

Very true also, I do agree wih you on that

Here's The Forgotten One's



The Forgotten One's

We walk around in endless circles
Trying to find a way
To survive life's tiny tasks
Without a word to say

We're the one's that wear long sleeves
Telling lie upon lie
Not asking you for anything
Except don't let us die

We're the one's you overlook
You can not meet our eyes
You look at us in pity
But won't look past our lies

We're your next door neighbor
You hear us in the night
But you say it's not your place
As you turn out your light

Our parents bring us to the school
Saying we fell down the stairs
But a fall didn't do this to us
It's no one's fault but theirs

You come into our lives
But don't know what to do
So you leave us quickly, quietly
We've come to expect that of you

We see you on the street
We meet you in the store
You care for us in hospitals
But you can't help we're sure

You go about your business
And leave us to our own
But your fear of stepping in
Leaves us in a danger zone

We're the ones quick to obey
We're the ones that don't talk back
We never ask a silly question
Childhood and freedom is all we lack

We laugh it off
We never cry
We show you fear
And you see shy

You comment on our behavior
It's the best you've ever seen
All we want to tell you now
Is we're not treated like a human being

We're the one's you say you know
For us you shed a thousand tears
But you choose to do nothing
So alone we must face our fears

You can't see us in the paper
You won't see us on the air
We're the forgotten children
And you can see us everywhere

We huddle in a corner
Wanting to crawl away
Afraid to even take a breath
Not knowing what to say

Our lives seem so pathetic here
Our days grow ever so long
Our only hope for survival
Is in a simple song

Our faith in love is growing dim
Our love for life is fading fast
We have no trust in anyone
We all learned from the past

We cry ourselves to sleep at night
Wanting to be free
But life was never fair to us
Pain is all we see

We hide away from this earth
Searching for a hole
One that we can crawl into
While they beat us to a pole

No one cares to hear us cry
No one cares to see our pain
No one cares to help us out
After all, what have they to gain

We walk around on eggshells
Not making a single sound
Hiding out in closets
Praying we won't be found

We have been left alone
To fight our silent war
Living from day to day
Has become quite a chore

So one more time
Right from the top
If you listen
It just might stop

But we're sworn to a life of secrecy
So we say not a word
Maybe if we weren't so scared
The crime of child abuse might be cured

We walk around in endless circles
Telling lie upon lie
Not asking you for anything
But please.... I don't want to die


Dedicated to the forgotten children
May you always be remembered

Very powerful, yet so relatable. Thank you sharing that Presh.

See what they're missing lol

I do, lol.

K, Jo, I have a meeting to get to so I have to run. But I'll be back on in about an hour.