Fading
I sit by the window and look out,
Waiting, yearning,
Hoping to at least see the sun
One last time before I depart
From this cold and harsh world.
I touch the frozen glass,
Writing my name with a trembling fingertip
Shakily.
Perhaps it will stay longer,
This shaky pattern of lines,
Longer than I can.
Perhaps it can remind them,
That I too, was once here.
But I know it will not,
And as of now, I watch it fade
Becoming fainter as the seconds tic by
Fainter, fading
Like my weakening heartbeat.
Soon, this will be forgotten as well
For I have left no legacy,
No remembrance,
Nothing at all amazing.
Soon, I will fade.
And as I slowly accept this harsh reality
I smile a my name disappears
From the glass.
I say,
Goodbye.
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Thoughts Through Poetry
PoesíaThis book is a compilation of my thoughts expressed in poetry. I haven't written in 7 or 8 years. I know, it's an awfully long time. But a lot of stuff has been happening lately and it got me thinking about my life. So I decided to write...
