FORGOTTEN

FORGOTTEN

The picture of me in
your eyes has faded into
the melancholy of black and white.
The love therein locked away
in the gaze of another.

You’ve closed the shutters and
chased the sun from my sky.
The world that persists
bleeds monotony.
The colours run and hide
in the gray you left behind.

My springs no longer bloom,
the summer afraid to show its face
through the darkness and gloom,
while the autumn leaves
cascade in sadness, and
the snow never wakes.

I’ve died in your dreams.
Now the memory of me wanders
the chasm of your sub-conscience;
forever trapped, unwanted.
I’ve been forgotten.

Author's Note

Awarded 2nd place in the following contest:
http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Group-Contest/11806/

Reviews

[Zyria]

The third stanza is very powerful. While the poem mentions all of the seasons, the only one that even exists anymore is fall, "while the autumn leaves cascade in sadness." I found the line symbolic of falling out of time and place; the narrator no longer has a purpose for he has been forgotten. Powerful.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. Every line with purpose.
"I’ve died in your dreams.
Now the memory of me wanders"
The feeling of a accepted sadness is felt in your words. A powerful poem with a sad tale being told. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

wow this is deep and worded to expression perfection. expanding slow play burst in the chest here