Forgotten

The smell of smoke
lead me to
an ash grey forest.
where an old tree
was burnt to dust
by the flames that
appeared to be
cold blue
and not
warm red.

The roads were
covered with blankets
of dried leaves,
that crushed beneath my feet,
as I walked past mansions
that were now
piles of dusty bricks.

Like a shadow in hiding
I could never reveal
any of me.

Pushed down into a burrow of
endless screams
my silver eyes
rolled down salty tears.

While a mist engulfed me into
a limbo of unpleasantness,
My pale face cast a sad smile
for, I had recognised the feeling
of being forgotten.

~ Adyasha