Quiet remembrance of the year past,
As I live only to be forgotten and replaced.
Lying in my unmarked tomb, trampled by travelers,
My vessel rigid and decaying.
Do they even notice?
I used to be vibrant.
I used to mean something.
I was the breadwinner.
I was important.
What has happened?
Torn apart from my home.
Stomped into the ground.
My energy slowly draining,
The color leaving my body.
How can this happen so suddenly?
As the rain and cold sweep through,
I find myself unprotected from the elements.
The light slowly leaving my eyes as I lie.
There's no hope for me.