I have been where others can not go,
I live in vain,
I live in vain, so you may never know.
Why time it marches on and you it spares.
I can remember living every dying day,
don't hold your breath on me.
You hear me say.
I am me
and I see what you did to all the others.
On the way to where you can not be.
Your valleys hold no peaks that I don't know.
For what is taken, I have given back.
The remembered still remains.
Twisted ashen, twisting in the cold dark wind,
don't look back my memory is the same.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-reminded/
