Discard

 This, the day has brought
 the days that are good

 I forgot
 what's special about me?
 now it seems, nothing
 but with life there's something to be remembered
 something to be forgotten
 something to be kept
 something to be discarded

  If wisdom prevails

 not waiting for a snare,
 people show me they care 

after the wrecklessness

 I could see the void in my field
 the signs of warning coming close  
 and despair replaced what was coming

 Much despoiled before I received
 without realizing
 the positives I felt

with the wind went

and the hope that neared 

now disappeared and it was more than I could bare.