im not sure why i wrote this or what it is about or why are share it now with you, much later

[wonderingstar]

You forgot us; the misery of a mind lap to be sure. All your life you tried forgetting us. You played what you were dealt; we do. You played as if you had everything to loss and nothing to be gained. But no one tramps upon every other living being for sport, reckless behavior they would call it if you had not gotten away. We could have meant the world to you. But we are no more worthy of a dying garden rose. Beat us down, pulled out of the rich earth and tossed us away. We lay dying for you. Let me tell you of misery; the search for our death, and end. Forgotten we roam the byways looking. We find words, one or two at a time, on a wall faded and chipped. We find sparks of light, pieces of forgotten shadows. But these are not gifts, not our reward for you. Alone we were, and you took from us our cloths, our one piece of bread, and all our aspirations. Blame does not take your mind, nor does it linger, stuck on the bottom of a shoe you wipe us away.

Pretend they say, pretend you care, you would fight for them. Pretend you show love, they will not know that in dark shadows you stab the thoughts of them, murdering their presents. Gifts we were, from the best of our hearts and secretly you massacre us.