Amnesia  

I have amnesia
I confess
I apologize for my past
It's simply a lie that I despise
It does no good to cry
I tried
The past swept away to the dump
Covered over and over
Still I look for what was lost
For it was I that was covered over and over
A life stolen
A family denied
In denial
I am a bastard and yet I survive
Body, mind and soul
More fortunate than my brother and sister abortions
I was made physical and can fight
For amnesia does not erase wrong from right
No matter how they try.

© 2006  Joe Blow