A Glass


I've forgotten who I am,
Afraid of the days to come,

Memories drowning in a glass of soju,
Memories hiding in long shadows,
Crying out, telling me who I am,

Not listening,

I've forgotten who I am,
All the ghosts have disappeared,

The cold wind blows through the night,
Yet! I can't breathe, but still only yawn,

Afraid of the days to come,
With only a glass, filled with tears and lost memories.

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