Before I get to the poem, I have some announcements. With the new Red Dwarf specials coming in Easter, I'll be posting retrospectives of all eight series in the near future to celebrate the return of one of my favourite sitcoms. Also I'll be reviewing a video game soon to see how it pans out. The clue is that while it's a new game, it appeals more to retro gamers like myself.
I apologise that my first post this month is an old poem. Basically I'm still re-drafting my new ones so much so that they are not finished yet. I wrote this poem when I was suffering from chronic depression, so it mirrors my wreckless attitude I had. Like the subjects in the poem, the meaning is subliminal. so it's up to you divulge meaning from this poem, as I have no set guidelines to what it's about. It was written on 29th April 2007, so it's nearly two years old, and I've never been happy with it. Maybe modern scrutiny may be beneficial to it, but I doubt it.
The Forgotten
The foilage continues to grow,
Making the kingdom subliminal,
No one will rescue the inhabitants,
As their planet is forgotten.
Hostages of the world,
Suffocating under their own words,
They dread trepidation,
As their world is forgotten.
They are displaced by the glamour,
Suffering as a metaphor for life,
Finally their world is shrinking,
Why have we forgotten their society?
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