Fading
Fluttering freely through the air,
Not a single foe tugging my hair.
Like any story, things took a turn,
Feeling all my freedom start to burn.
Floating carelessly swapped to worry,
All clear interests then turned blurry.
Everything I had, cooked into ash,
Myself entirely, demolished, smashed.
I was shattered into tiny bits,
Broken and down, afraid to admit.
Couldn't speak as I melted in pain,
I could feel it all just fading away.
Copyright © Writing Muse | Year Posted 2023
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