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Aug 2015
To be an afterthought, manifested as a shrug then BOOM forgot.
Well, forgotten.
Forgotten about when you wanted to do something more worth doing, or maybe worth talkin' about.
The pain shot through the heart, and left an open would in my chest, but writhing here felt like a place I could finally rest.
If I was worth remembering,Β Β worth the top spot at the front of your brain, maybe then I'd be worth your attention, like the homeless when it rains.
I just didn't want to be an afterthought, because now that all there was to think is thought you're the only thought that's left, and I hate thinking you've forgotten me as I come to my last breath.
I said the word afterthought yesterday, and it isn't a word a say often. This is a partial look at the gravity of the word. The title is broken up, not by ignorance, or accident. It's on purpose. Using the title 'AFTER THOUGHT', changes the actual definition of what an 'AFTERTHOUGHT' is, and that's the most appropriate for this piece.
Marquis Hardy
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Marquis Hardy  Peachtree Corners, GA
(Peachtree Corners, GA)   
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   Gordon Michael III
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