Black Sheep

years pass and faces fade
like the troubled thoughts
brought on by a nightmare
i couldn't tell you
even if i wanted to
what my mother looks like
or my sister or brother
they have all faded away
like a mist unrolling
blown back as a curtain
by the winds of time and fate
and i sit and wonder
what they are doing right now
what their hopes and dreams are
and if they ever think about
the wayward black sheep
who wanders lonely and alone
miles and years away from the flock