The forgotten tale

I’m in the process of being forgotten,

My best and feelings growing rotten,

The more I try, lonelier I’ve gotten,

Ripped bare, solace in me I’ve sought and

Still caged, a forged persona I’m forced to flaunt and

Hollow I’ve become, Life that I’m not in.

No regrets with the idea that I bought in

Or moments I’ve lived, never to doubt in

Decisions I take or the days I lived in.

Now everyday is a nightmare, I’ve started counting,

Every night I just stare, in darkness take a pounding,

A Passion I’ve come to adore, without I shan’t be living,

None that I own but the faith in believing.

A Tale that lives, a flame that glimmers and a hope that lasts.