As a man on his stool ponders and thinks, the heart within him cries, falls, and begins to sink.
Grabbing his face, he weeps and wails, whispering these words in weakened detail.
“All I ever feel is abused and used,” but he ceases to scream, because that part he knows is not true.
The man has no more to say as he stays on his knees for the rest of the day.
-Mikey D. B.
The curse of the forgotten
No curse is ever envied or considered divine, especially the one of being in the right place at the wrong time.
To have been left as nothing more than a remnant of a memory is what some fear they are destined to be.
But this hope always seems to come to mind, “One day it will end, being in the right place at the wrong time.”