The Forgotten

                                                      The Forgotten

I wake and wear the weight again,
A cloak of gray I cannot shed.
No voice to call me worth a name,
No path ahead, just stone and dread.

The mirror doesn’t lie, or care—
It shows a face I used to know.
Now hollow eyes just blankly stare,
At dreams dissolved in undertow.

Each step feels stolen, not my own,
I walk, but don't know why I try.
The world moves on, I stand alone,
A ghost too proud to say goodbye.

What use am I? A broken thing,
Unfit to fight, too tired to flee.
The stars don’t care what songs I sing,
The sun won’t rise because of me.

And yet… I breathe. That breath is proof—
Some part of me still won’t let go.
Though ceilings press like falling roofs,
Somewhere, a spark survives the snow.