The ForgottensA Poem by Wyrn TigerTorn, ripped, crushed, burnt, traped, run over, It's over. Tired of being battered, beaten, punched. My dreams have shattered, lost diamonds in sunshine. Sick of being pulled down, sunk, ripped, and shredded beyond recognition. Just a fading scar people have forgotten about, A scar too ugly to look at. Well, strike a match, burn it down, shout it out, scream It out because I’m coming. I will not be forgotten. I will rise and help others rise. We are the forgotten but now the unforgotten. © 2018 Wyrn Tiger |
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1 Review Added on February 20, 2018 Last Updated on February 20, 2018 AuthorWyrn Tigerbangor, IrelandAboutI spend my time reading and wrighting and will review more..Writing
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