In Section five page three of today's obituaries.
Printed abbreviated accounts of glorious resumes for pass aways.
To be continued on page 28,
only to see the pages torn out as the forgotten wait for an in remembrance of.
The ink begins to bleed.
Tears came falling.
Do you remember me?
Lost in hills outlined by false blue skies.
Trapped in valleys, a back drop for outcries.
Tears came falling into this reservoir.
Uncharted territory never traced on radar.
Four quadrants monitored by florescent-lit green lights.
Find me now, rescue team, toast ready for midnight.
Drink, drink, drink it up as the tears overflow onto this land.
Sip, sip, sip it in, ending subsistence. It's time to disband.
Witness tragedy. Bleeding hearts pound like thunder crashing down.
Feel me now. Feel me like you have never felt before.
As lucent signs flash before your eyes, turn the page.
Tears came falling.
The tears came falling like torrential downpour.
Sea level rise up to the hilltops.
Submergence into a dark abyss. I'm falling.
As the rains continue to pour.
As the rains whisper a subtle cry.
Submerging our hearts and souls to see my face.
One last chance for our final embrace.
Feel me once, feel me twice, this is your last chance.
For the forgotten--this is for you
Never felt. can't comprehend until now.