Appeared in 1991 Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum
Forgotten
Forgotten was I,
Forsaken in the eye
Of others by sheer design.
A hard trip.
Bridges burned in my passage.
No roads home left intact
My face unseen.
My name never spoken aloud.
Darkness veiled my course.
Loneliness.
Lovers hear no reply.
Inside, I slowly die.
My name, my name!
What is it...
© OCT ‘89