Amnesia Poem by Eoin Smith

I live a faceless life,
Drifting from place to place
Like a feather on a summer’s breeze.
Endlessly unravelling
Through nameless streets:
Payment for this intolerable disease.

I live a wasted life,
Falling to hell from grace
And leaving behind all I know.
All I knew.
Gone.
Forever.

I live a tainted life,
Blank faces stare back at me
From empty walls.
I collapse;
Afraid and alone.
I scream, and await your reply.