Forgotten
As darkness falls,
through the moonlit sky,
My mind still pondering
and wondering why.
If my existance has no purpose,
than why am I here?
If I were to vanish,
would they notice I've dissapeared?
I feel so insignificant,
so much that I dare not show my face.
And so I ran, as far as I could,
and I was gone without a trace...
Brandon Thompson
Copyright ©2007 Brandon Thompson
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