Forgotten

Why is it feared

just to be forgotten?

Is it not bliss

to finally leave it all behind?

You were so blind,

but now you're free.

I know you think it's wrong,

but how wrong is it, really?

You get to be free

of the remorse

that comes from force,

and the stern hand,

ever so course.

"How can you say that?

No one remembers me,

you brat!"

Like I said,

many a time ago.

'Swing the noose.

Cut me loose,

three more steps,

and gotcha."