"Forgetting"

I've been writing a lot of new poetry and posting it on Bipolar Confessional (yes, I changed the name back to the original...it seemed to suit it better). Haven't put any of the recent stuff here, as I really wanted to do more for BP. Anyone who is interested should follow this link. For now I will post the newest one, which I wrote this morning.

"Forgetting"

Ghosts and Spirits whirl like dervishes
Caught and crammed in a soft metal silo
Freed from time but tied to space by a coil
Clinging to dream, the lucky few
Vacate the hive for a minute
A short moment of remembrance
Denied a quick forgetting
Or consigned to lonely park benches
Behind seldom opened doors
Locked in basements, difficult to enter
Segregated from the swarm
Yet cursed in cherished imprisonment
They never grow old
They envy the ones ignored
Those who are being forgotten
Breaking their chains for good
Melting into the atmosphere
Where they belong
Parting the dead sea
They crawl without a leader
Too numb to appreciate this unexpected exodus
Caring less for those left behind
Knowing that they, for all their loneliness
Are the blessed ones

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