Forgotten Life

The wind blows,
and with it goes my memories.
I'm left here in the dark...
alone.
Screaming and calling
for someone to come.
But no one hears me,
no one's listening.
One glimmer of my past remains,
a journal,
burnt and covered in blood.
But past the ashes and the stains
a purple cover shows,
and draws me near.
I read the printed words
upon the inside cover,
"Poetry for A Hearts that Hurts,
Poison for A Love that Has Died."
and know...
This is my past life in song.
I read page after page,
trying to quench a thirst
that grows,
with every turn.
But not knowing what's to come,
though these are my own words,
scares my soul into shock
and tears fall.
I cry for the darkness and pain
recorded on these pages,
now realizing something
that hurts even more.
Knowing why the wind blew
is pain beyond...
even that in the book.
And now that I have let myself die
I truly am alone.