Forgotten | a poem

You were once the subject

And was once always in the act.

Was the centre of attention

Something like the main attraction

In the theme park sections.

Never caring about your welfare

As you always got what you wanted.

Now it seems as if you weren’t even there

As nobody seems to even care.

You are just wandering about aimlessly

Trying to get somebody’s sympathy

You are completely forgotten

You are just behind him

In the race for sublimity

Only for all the attention.

It was never about the passions

But more of the craving for intentness.

Now you are just staring at him

With the eyes of envy and hatred

Pacing the floors of jealousy

Feeling all elated

At the thought of hurting him easily

with the plan of greatness

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