I am That which is Lost
I see nothing now
but the remains of nothing
I can hear nothing
but the morning of tears
I can taste nothing now
but the bitterness on my tounge
I can smell nothing now
but the smoke rising up into the air
I can feel nothing now
but the emptyness inside your heart
Why is it that my tears still come
even after all the fighting is over?
Why is it that I am all alone
even after we all united?
But the question is
What am I?
I am that which has been forgotten for years
I am that which hides in the dark as the sun dose rise
I am that which is lost
but never forgotten....
-Kat
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