Forgotten Ones Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Looking at horizon,
hiding under stairs;
can't be brighter,
it won't be forever.

Touching the invisible;
pieces of crystal,
fall to pieces;
a hunt for shadows.

Broken and busted,
somehow survived;
done and dusted,
a boy thrived.

Secrets kept hidden;
choked growl,
when it's sudden,
howl and howl.

Grown in hell,
ringing the bell;
Shining light,
when it's bright.

The last ones,
and lost ones;
Leading the forgotten ones,
where it runs.

Heard the rumour,
fusing my armour;
down is up,
a fight with death.

So close, yet so far;
fearless courage,
it's only rage,
a long way to go.