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We Few Forgotten
by Jerry J.C. Veit
Monday, May 19, 2008
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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This poem is for everyone that feels the same way or did at one point in time.

For those of us who were born too late, for those of us who were born too early, and for those of us that should have never been born at all.

Who am I and where do I belong?
Not here, not there, not anywhere. 
Do I not deserve warmth, and comfort?
Do I not deserve peace, and love? 
Why am I forgotten and abandoned?
Here we lie in the dead of night, cold and alone, talking to ourselves about things that will never change. Dreaming about things they will never be real.
I could wish for happiness, but it will never come. I could wish for love, but it will never come. I could wish for death and eventually it will find me.
A heart only stays pure when someone is taking care of it. We need to know that we belong and be embraced by loving arms around us. But when these desires are denied one becomes more of a monster then human.
I should have laid down my sword. I should have laid by your side, but I didn't because I was too proud.
Why are we forgotten? Why are we abandoned? Do we not belong here?
I blame you who claim to be creator of all. What makes some belong and not others? Those that don't deserve happiness have it, and those that do are denied it? What is your method for deciding this? I challenge you to fight me, my enemy. You are too old and you miss too much. I cannot believe in things I cannot see.
I committed no crime, but still cannot find work. I committed no sin, but still denied love. I am kind when possible and helpful when I can be, but still I do not belong and backs are turned to me.
The black eyes of the beast are stronger than any tiny pill.
I saw myself die in a dream tonight. The demons grab me by the throat, their claws scratching my back as they whisper in my ear you can't escape. Helplessness sets in and my struggle is futile. We are pushed closer to the cliff as they dance and their insults act as knifes in our hearts.
We no longer have any allies here. We are alone and defeated as breathing gets harder.
The cold wind is my blanket and the sharp stones are my bed. Darkness is my only company and the loneliness is a fatal wound.
 Time's up, now I care not for happiness or the warm embrace of a loving soul. The countless cold nights and empty feelings have turned me bitter and my sorrow as been replaced by anger.
I have accepted the fact I will never have any pretty things and I am done wishing for them. I have no more hopes, no more dreams, and no more goals. I just want it all to end, either to start all over or to disappear all together. This will be the closest thing to freedom that I can get.
I am no longer a friend, no longer a son, no longer a brother, no longer a man, I am nothing and the world is dead to me.
Imagine all green of the world faded and all flowers withered. The ground is split and the sky is clouded. All to see is brown earth and black skies. This is where I live. 
I have fallen into a bottomless pit, too late to be saved, we wait for death. 
The world will never know we were here. 
We are not weak; we just were never given a chance.
How will it end? With a drink, with a crash, with a fall, or with a pop?
I will fight my final battle without fear or regret.
Maybe wasted talent and meaningless, but at least finally …my pain will be gone.
We are remembered only after we die, but we are liked and talked about only after we die young.
Our hearts are heavy and aches and our tears dry on our cheeks. We shiver from lack of heat and cry to deaf ears. We reach up to arms that never grab us. We live in invisible cages holding on to dreams that may never come true . We hung on for as long as we could and it's time to give in.
We are the forgotten few, and we will never meet.



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Reviewed by Carin Spirit 11/25/2008
Do I not deserve warmth, and comfort?
Do I not deserve peace, and love?

You deserve all of this and so much more, life lives on its own terms and sometime it doesn't make any sense.

Reach for stars and bask in the sun.

Warmth and Love to you. Carin'

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