| Fade |
| By. Karla W. Pritchett |
| I'm broken , So broken, I'm torn in two. Now it's dark and silence closes in, and I'm left to pick up the pieces, try to put them back together, but I've lost the glue. Now i'm tired, shaken by the agony of it all, surrounded by a dark abyss created from my fear. It's quite, through the darkness creatures stir, and I hold on to the pieces. The stone walls of my cell are cold, dampness seeps over my skin, but I won't give in, somehow the pieces fit, I just need more time, maybe an eternity. I feel myself growing old, my skin withers, so frail and delicate and the pieces of my life turn to dust. I didn't want to fade away... |
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