Yana Thompson - Forgotten

Listen.
Listen.

Can you hear?

A girl,
A little girl.

Deep within the wellspring of my heart,
A little girl sobbs with fear.

Listen.
Listen.

Can't you hear?

A woman.
A woman.

Deep within my soul,
a woman screams out her terror.

Alone.
Alone.

Don't you know?

The little girl in her fear,
the woman in her terror are one and the same.

They are me crying out into the lonely night,
for I have forgotten who I am and all of my memories.

I am cold and alone without the silver glimmer of rememberance,
no, not even a whisper passes thourough my mind.

Not even my name.

Yana Thompson

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