Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Poem #408

Hope you're enjoying the poems so far :)

Fading
Fading away, slowly dying out,
Becoming dimmer with each passing second.
Eyes squint to see, narrowed to slits,
While the mind struggles to grasp at something relatable.
Confusion, a blur of mixed up messages,
Crossing into your thoughts a thousand times each,
But not a single one making sense.
It begins to become hard to think at all,
Slowly spinning out of control,
And flying backwards, away from all known entities.
And slowly, your future disappears, your past erased.
Life. Gone. Memories. Gone.
Fade to black, never coming back.

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