Appeared in 1991 Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum

 

 

 

                         Forgotten

                    

Forgotten was I,

Forsaken in the eye

Of others by sheer design.

 

A hard trip.

Bridges burned in my passage.

No roads home left intact

 

My face unseen.

My name never spoken aloud.

Darkness veiled my course.

 

Loneliness.

Lovers hear no reply.

Inside, I slowly die.

 

My name, my name!

What is it...

 

© OCT 89