U n d e r n e a t h it all
there is a cold;
a cold so deep
I hardly noticed
the PAIN I suffered,
the agonizing moments of grief and hatred
Withering faith and and fading light;
happiness is naught,
and memories are F O R G O T T E N.
Forgotten
Hmm. Just another one I wrote because I can.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!

