You might be behind the scenes.

Deprived, of so many things

You might be all alone

Rejected, by everyone you know

You might be the enemy

Convicted, by reality

You might have been, left to die

Your choices, ruined your life

You might be full of regrets

Time travel, to change your bets

You might be living in fear

Someone out here, is wishing you dead

You might be lost in time

Wandering from pain to crime

You might be locked in a box

Claustrophobic, smeared by lies

You might have been in the light

Fallen, displaced by hate

You might have lost your gear

Broken, revenge on plate

No matter what you were

We are humans.

We make mistakes

Don't for a second

Think you're done

Raise your arms

Words last forever.

Pick your pen and prose, on and on

I still see your face,

when I try to sleep,

How I wish to leave this place,

but your memory I'll keep.

I still think of you,

when I try to focus,

on anything I try to do,

even if it's for us.

I still hear your words,

echoing in my head,

flying like birds,

keeping misery dead.

I'll always remember you,

because I still love you.

I’m scared to be forgotten—

A tiny dot

An atom in this vast universe

Flicked off like an ash from a cigarette

Buried six-feet under

Worms can only taste me now  

lips will run in stutters of

grab and glide across the surface

of life and I will look deep within

the lens of tomorrow as I enter

slowly into the moment. then time

will wince and exhale and move

with tenderness when I dare to take the

hints it gives, changing look and temperature

as it wails for attention, beckoning tastes

of histories musk to the heights of possibility

along this path of existence leading to

caverns unescapable. and spill my essence

along the tunnel of life with vigor and rage

and strength to leave imprints of relief that

suggest a lover walked on dirt