FadingA Poem by Zeik
As I fade into a place
That will never be the same. I begin to lose my face, Will I be able to keep my name? I am stopping the change, Picking up my pace. Closing in the range, I will win this race. I am one And I am alone. Again I run, From a life I do not own. I see the end Far from the start. Wounds you cannot mend, Now just scars on the heart.
© 2012 Zeik |
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Added on December 9, 2012 Last Updated on December 9, 2012 |

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