The Sea of the Forgotten
I sail out my boat
Into the sea of the forgotten
Despairing for the abundance of new inhabitants
The friends tossed aside have nearly tripled
The missed birthdays are one greater
The ignored achievements are disgustingly large
The unheard words are wailing death
My boat is an old rusty thing to be sure
With a hole right through its core
It sinks slowly as I sit and watch
A fishing pole in my hand
For while I am sinking into the black depths
I continue to hold on to my rod of hope
That one day I’ll reel in enough of me to keep afloat
My Life is a Notebook 
lovely sailing…
One can feel lonely, stranded, and forgotten in life, but it passes. I promise.
Well poemed. Good job …
Gretchen, you have depth and either personal experience with depression, or else extreme empathy for others (like myself) who do. I write about this subject a lot… therapeutic and calming. I think this is my favorite of yours I’ve read so far.
Peace be with you, hon. Amy Barlow Liberatore