Wasting Away In The Dew

This is one from the vaults. Written in 1994 or 1995. A little young adult angst.

Looking for shelter from the rain

Looking for life away from pain

Nothing to leave, to take, or gain

It's all too dark but very plain

Things are cold

And I'm out of the blue

Wasting away in the dew

If I'm too silent I can shout

If you don't want me in, then I can go out

There is many a thing I can do without

Many a shadow within a doubt

It's old to me

Nothing is new

Wasting away in the dew

If what is what and why is why

There's a little truth within a lie

If we should laugh when we should cry

Who is to say we didn't try

We're washed up

And weary of this tune

Wasting away in the dew

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

I quite enjoyed this. Thanks for pulling it from the vault.

[FlaLover]

You have captured agony, anguish and heartbreak. Very relatable.

[Curly Grace]

There’s a soft ache here, steady and unadorned. The weariness feels honest, and the repetition gives it a quiet gravity. A small, rain‑soaked truth.