Archived
This is what it feels to be archived.
Tucked away in the dusty basement
in a filing system few remember
existing out of circulation
This is what it feels to be archived.
I haven’t caught the plague
it hasn’t killed me yet
but for now, I am a faded artifact
they want out of sight
This is what it feels to be archived.
To those with their heads in the ground
I am a emblem of their ignorance
a keepsake of their wrongdoings
a time capsule of their broken promises
This is what it feels to be archived.
And yet,
I will not let them ignore me.