Forgotten

The lonely path ahead looms before me like an archway of fear Leaves are pushed along by a heavy, old wind A heavy pall is the mist, lingering like a lovesick stranger For this place is old, full of memories, bad, good and unspeakable Many feet have walked this path, yet it seems so forgotten As my neglected feet trudge, step by step by step by step Dust stirs like the rise of an old one from a long long rest I cry for the fogotten times, memories of old Walking along this lonely path makes me feel somehow, youthfull, remembered Never before have such memories been stirred up from such a melancholy sight Yet despite that, it seems so peaceful.... Hanging branches loom, like the doom of eventually being forgotten The yearning for being remembered as someone great, not as someone old, full of memories This feeling is more evident than the air around, The air older than the feelings of love, one that died, that lost its way So Bowing to the inevitable, i remember the old, awakened by the ancient scene around me I weep for what I have lost and for when i'm lost to someone....everyone Forgotten