Fading Fame

FADING FAME A gaze fixed, on a sinking sun, A breeze so chill, soothed my back, Another dead day, still hoping, Maybe the next, they will notice, A dancing flame, still burns, A dying fame, everything but fun, Kicked a stone, sat on a rock, Felt so lone, once I did rock, Felt numb, sad, no, just dumb, A lazy stroll, lead me to tomb’s, They still like me, means free booze, But the loud music, did little to soothe, Recent blows, to my weeping heart, A bottle on my hand, luck jumped off the other, Despair in my mind, I seeped in the dark, Staggers, curses, I felt my world reel, Tripping, rolling, felt like I was in a wheel, Then a sudden stop, Felt my eyes close, slowly I drifted, Sure on the next, the will notice.