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I don't need you
to question
my decisions,
as I do that
well myself,
a plethora of voices
to account for
no reaction,
maybe one
sanguine voice
will rise,
to drive a change
and take me away
from a desolate
morbid graveyard
to yet deserted
but pristine meadows,
with nothing but
a hope
to grow
rather than
just fade away,
and maybe
that is just enough.
The seed of all this indecision isn't me, I'm perfectly capable of making alright decisions.
Well, maybe not that often.  
But at least I'm in control.
Hope a faded dream of delusions of concepts never told
Dust settling while minds grow old
Pathways closed but never ending, grass yellow, brown... dead.
Surrounding a pale landscape of a future written, forgotten.
Today is tomorrow, we are still alone
Forever never grown.
basil Dec 2020
the purple dye in my hair
is fading

and i can't help but think
it's taking me with it
stolen title: song by stand atlantic
Timur Shamatov Dec 2020
Sorrow of a love affair
Above the clouds of yesterday
Slowly falling to the grounds below
Colors running fading slow
As what we stood for starts to burn
The one that got away we always think and say but the truth was is that you left because I let you go.
thispanman Nov 2020
I look back
Into the room of black
Leaving it all behind
Out of sight, out of mind
Yet it follows me
Darkness is all I see
Follow the light
Continue the fight
Fading like my hope
The light helps me cope
But gone it will soon be
I will see
Only darkness around
So profound
Running to it
I'll never fit
I did not
Guess I'll sit here and rot
I wrote this when I was bored. I don't know exactly what I was feeling when I wrote this, but my emotion flooded the page with words.
Marisela Veludo Nov 2020
A drop of water
Almost empty, just a quarter
A rain drop daily
Light is fading,darkness... maybe
A wave, an unexpected splash
Feeling weak , I just crashed
Rivers flowing, oceans wild
Its all gone, I just died.
José Vaca Oct 2020
Distance fades all things known to exist. All matter, all memory consumed by the horizon. We live in chasm between the past and the future where the only clarity is now. This enigma is intrinsic to our theoretical realities. That is unless we move with our eyes closed. Maintaining the vibrancy of the ruins in our path. Retaining unobscured echoes from all who came before.
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