ECHOES OF THE FORGOTTEN
deep beneath the earth they lay their bodies gradually soothing the clay decaying beyond recognition the lousiness of time in volution their bones wax old in decayment structures run off on alignment their voices calls out but in a subtle tone all ignored like the world is now a clone the forgotten wails from the grave their voices echo like a conclave rummaging in dire need to be heard our attentiveness needs to be feared they wail because they have been forgotten windows closed, drawn curtain a life that paid for sacrifices without blinking, they paid different prices their arm stretched, no to be held but remembered irrespective of their bodies dismembered listen to their voices and propitiate less our existence emaciate @talk2leigh (X & insta) 6:26am 12 Oct 2026
