No strong affection.
Forgotten about and left alone.
Tossed aside and thrown.
Like a pebble in a secret pond.
Never thought about to fond.
Things done for them in the past.
Become memories that never last.
They moved on and left the man in the dust.
Spit out his actions and abandon his trust.
They climb up in their own self desires.
And throw his compassion in the fires.
They make him the enemy for their own wrongs.
Leaving the man wondering where he belongs.
He wanders the desert through a heart of condemnation.
No reason to live no reason left to imagination.
Why do they forget the love once given to them?
They mistakenly throw it away like a precious gem.
The pain is over bearing at times and never seems to heal.
It scraps away the flesh and leaves no hope to feel.
He will never be remembered and never given any recognition.
He has been made into a forgotten memory and an apparition.
The knives go deep and the blood pours out.
It spills on the floor with heavy doubt.
He has become Nobody's Nobody.
He will never be Somebody's Somebody.
He will continue to wonder what he did wrong.
In His heart , there becomes a dying song.
He is Nobody's Nobody.