Poem nineteen

The Aftermath of forgottenness 

A mistaken existence that was never mean to live through memories 

That where buried in the gravestone of a forgotten world 

In every dark night i walk through that world of confusing thoughts

I reminisce the silent dark rooms that won’t end

It was nice before the lights came 

And now i could see the paradox of my own self 

I crave the sounds of humans 

But I need the silent dark rooms 

And therefore I realized it was a cruel paradox that I existed in 

A sad smile fades into a happy frown 

I can’t escape the never ending loop of self neglect 

I forgot how to be a human 

I forgotten the most important thing of myself 

I forgot my face I can’t remember it anymore 

I lost my humanity 

I am no longer a human 

I am a paradox of neglect 

But a foolish music echos through my soul 

To give me hope of change but it’s to late 

I am blinded by grief of fire that won’t end 

I become a foreign to myself 

I look unrecognizable but I still recognize 

My soul

My thoughts 

My ideas

I was wrong 

I didn’t exist as a human

I exist as a paradoxical music that is 

So familiar but so foreign