Author's Note: This poem is just something I conjured up in Government class. Unlike my previous poems, this is not from any character's point of view from Lost in Time. Lately, I feel like I've lost myself. Even if it's only been a month, I've begun to wonder how I used to deal with the events in my life. Okay, enough of that. Here's my poem:

The Forgotten

I long for the days

hidden within my past

When I was satisfied with life

Now I waste my time

wishing for what's impossible

When will I move on?

The me I used to be

dwells within this empty shell

Will I ever be that person again?

I don't even know where to begin

for I'm lost within my own selfishness

Have I truly forgotten who I am?