Fade Away

This thing we call life has had a toll on me, I see all I love living in captivity. A slave to the money, A slave to the fame, They don’t even realize their enrolled in the game. The things that once mattered are chained to the floor,, I can’t even recognize myself anymore. Waves of deception are Distorting all I have seen, I feel like my life is a batch of bad dreams. The puppet master is at it again, This time its innocence that has been stolen. While all are intertwined in this competition to nowhere She quietly retreats and her branches grow bare. The sorry is stifled by the screams in this place, The images are engrafted, they cannot be erased. And the years keep on going And the times they are showing. While they burry their heads in the sand God continues to stretch out his hand. By: Sabina Nicole