As days go by,
I slowley fade,
Into the shadows,
Of the day.
My eyes grow dull,
My voice gone weak,
My steps get slower,
And hope, I forseek.
Nobody notices,
How my heart slowley tears.
I'm just another weed,
In this garden of despair.
So I walk around,
Shoulders heavy with denial,
As my life goes on,
With this painted on smile.
Categories:
forseek, angst, confusion, depression, life,
Form: Quatrain