I faded away way before
I emerged into this world.
There is a reason why
I feel this growing void.
Why do leaves on trees
never rustle when I walk below?
Do they know I don't belong?
Maybe I'm just postponing my time to go.
Just to feel them grow,
hoping they can end my woe.
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A Dimming Mind
PoetryA preview of a few poems from A Dimming Mind poetry collection. - I've pondered various ways to describe this book, but none felt right. It's not your conventional book-it's a collection of memories, my memories gathered over the years. The first po...
