Sad Post

Forgotten, tingling

Forgotten, loving hands

Forgotten, Who I Am

Standing in line

Sorry, he is not mine

Ingrained in my mind

His face, still shines

Holy Trinity, bless me wholly

Let me forget

What once held holy

Choice was not mine

Pain better left to time

Running

I can never leave behind

Truthfully forged, in lying mind

His scared body

Will never leave behind

Not but once did he try

Only earlier had left this vice

Sympathy, not soon forgotten

Not an exception to men

Beauty in grave, Never given

My soul lost, mind has ridden

My son

Nobel i am not

Brave i can never claim

As truly as lying lips may say

Your memory will never wash away