Poetry

Light

Everything is falling apart.

Everything was great from the start.

Nothing I do turns out the way I planned it.

The light I slowly fading out.

Day by day each hour passes nothing has changed.

Still living, but I would barely call it living.

A year passes by

Still I do the same thing.

I haven't changed for the better or worse.

Still watching from a far.

Still stuck on the past.

A memory that's stuck like glue that won't fade out with just soap or water.

My light is still glowing, but it's slowly fading out.

Turns out I'm just another that everyone know, but never really cares about.

It all comes back and haunts me.

No shelter just rain, the light has faded out.