Restless nigths
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The forgotten ones
I wonder if we’ll ever find out
what happened
to those who was left behind
to those who didn’t make it
to those we didn’t find
I wonder if we’ll ever know
Did the angels take them with them?
or was they just left alone
out in the field
naked
exposed to the sun
the dirt
and the wind
to be blown away
like rotten leaves
on a cold autumn day
I flicked through a notebook I carry with me from time to time and I found this poem written down. I changed some word and added some words, but it’s pretty much the same poem as in the notebook. I remember writing some of it, but I was still kind of surprised when I found it. I had totally forgotten about it.
(C) 2005