The Maps That Forgot Us

A cycle of poems «This Is How We Disappear»

Lines erased by time’s cruel hand,
Paths once drawn on shifting sand.
Lost and torn, no guide to trust,
The maps that forgot us.

Silent roads we cannot find,
Fading trails left far behind.

The maps that forgot us, lost and cold,
Stories left untold.
Wandering through endless haze,
Searching for forgotten ways.
The maps that forgot us, torn apart,
Lost within the heart.
Though we roam, we can’t adjust,
To the maps that forgot us.

Broken compass, shattered dreams,
Nothing’s ever as it seems.
Every step a blind crusade,
In the dark, we’re unafraid.

Silent roads we cannot find,
Fading trails left far behind.

The maps that forgot us, lost and cold,
Stories left untold.
Wandering through endless haze,
Searching for forgotten ways.
The maps that forgot us, torn apart,
Lost within the heart.
Though we roam, we can’t adjust,
To the maps that forgot us.

Faded ink and broken lines,
Lost between the shifting signs.
No direction, no embrace,
Only shadows fill this space.

No guide remains to light the way,
Only ghosts of yesterday.
In every step, in every trust,
We’re bound to maps that forgot us.

Lines erased by time’s cruel hand,
Paths once drawn on shifting sand.
Lost and torn, no guide to trust,
The maps that forgot us.