The Man Whom God Forgot by Lee June 11 2006 You ever sit back idly by, stare at the heaven that turned you down so many years ago, leaving only vague vagaries and summations of what life could've been, if things were drawn out as slow punishment in the form of blind love, fake mirrors. Deep down, I still look back at the sky, look back on life, knowing I can't go back in history and change the course of events; would it be different if I was born to another family? Would it mattered if I was popular or gifted; I guess it wouldn't in your eyes, the one person that look down on his experiments. I denied myself the right to live, the right to grow up to be in your eyes, a strong accomplished individual, though my veins run morose as london fog, and it hurts my heart when I remember; the faded memory, a beacon reflects this dirty pane and shines deep, burrowing into the coal mine, searching for any survivors. Maybe my tears won't reach you again, they always fall short of the silence, Maybe this prelude will swing like the pendulum of motion as many times as I will pace this will, my steel cage, and I'll one day show you the face of a man whom god forgot. ©2006 Lee T.