Fading

Fading away...

I know it's coming on silent feet, 

Something I don't want to meet, 

To take me far, far away, 

Leave a ghost, a shadow, in my stay. 

First comes the lonely sadness, 

Whisking away all gladness, 

The horrid feeling that it bears, 

The feeling saying nobody cares. 

Then slowly, or maybe fast, 

A fading feeling, maybe the last, 

The one that erases who you are, 

The one that sends the real you far. 

Then only a listless ghost remaining, 

That doesn't care when it's sunny or raining, 

A shadow of who you used to be, 

All that's left is what the eye can see.