Poem # 22 written in NaPoWriMo notebook of 2021

This is Forgotten

Forgotten - the hairs in the drain or lying on the floor;
hate, a boulder, rolling free and alone;
a lie shouted in the light of day;
organized insight of a shared vision. 

Forgotten: the caged animal
a large leopard pacing at its gate;
the taste of bitter chocolate, the last cold 
cup of coffee, a leathered fruit 
which cannot mother, a heart
torn asunder by yet another shot.

You’ll forget labor pains until your child dies
the vows made and broken, the first time around;
a truth never told, being forced to touch 
a toilet dirtied by a drunk. 

All forgotten as if you were impaired.

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