Painful, Yet True Poem by Siya The poet

It's painful, yet true
That I'm a nobody
No one important enough to be remembered.
I died and now I float among the clouds
Without any form of shape
But the thoughts, they exist
Flowing beside me...
Doesn't anyone remember me?
I fly to my birthplace
To a place that I found my first friends
Where I learned to ride my first bike
No a single familiar sight, there remains
Painful, yet true...
I fly to my school, nearby
With it's huge buildings
and the enormous playground
Where is it now?
That church where I used to hang around with my friends?
what's that new building?
I fly
Trying not to cry
But the tears fall down
I can feel them on my whole 'form'
Or maybe it's the rain
Not a single memory of mine remains
No one knows I existed
In some lost page of time
My friends, family
All have turned to faded pictures
In my mind
They fall apart with each passing minute
And I lose myself
Into the vast expanse of the sky
Looking at thousands of such form floating beside me
Lost in time and space...
Lost and forgotten...
Forever...