Fading,
My childhood is fading.
Breaking,
My heart is breaking.
Why has time left me behind?
I'm still lost in my own mind.
I'm still Fading,
Fading,
Into nothing.
(No, it's not nothing.)
Fading,
Fading into something.
(Surely, it must be something.)
Anything would be better
Than this feeling.
Anything would be better
Than pure confusion.
I know I am Fading
But I don't know where to.
I can feel myself breaking
But I don't know why
Nobody else cares.
Fading away isn't obvious,
Surely, nobody knows.
Perhaps time to them
Does not show?
Fading,
Off into life.
Fading,
Until the end of time.
Fading,
I think I will Fade
Until the day I die.
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The Songs of The Gullible Wiseman: The Early Poems of Maddy Kobar 2008-2013
PoetryA young writer's newly released first collection of poems. Written during the tumultuous and at times troubling years of high school and the more forgiving and enlightening years of college, Maddy Kobar captures what it was like to have come of age...
