Forgotten Life

With a flicker of light,
time passes.
With eyes weary of sight,
they stay closed to the masses.

With no hope of revival,
it’s in the casket she stays,
We lament the end of one’s survival.
until the end of all days.

All love for one now gone,
but where was it during life?
We only bury a body after dawn,
of a sister, mother, and doting wife.

She was ignored and all but forgotten,
by those who claimed to care.
Until she left this world draped in white cotton,
supposedly leaving them in despair…

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Published by Caleb James

Caleb is a freelance writer, aspiring novelist, and an avid reader. He is the creator of DPW and enjoys editing and helping other writers with their work. When he's not writing and sipping fine whiskey he can be found at the gym, hiking in the woods, or spending time with crazy Siberian husky Nitro. View all posts by Caleb James