I feel like I’m fading; into silent obscurity
Shadows play tricks on the wall
I look up to the sky
for answers to my life.
Am I even here anymore?
Or have I faded to beyond the reaches
of a human hands grasp?
All memory escapes me . . .
As I look to collect myself
on the canvass that is my life
I must be painted somewhere in the grand scheme
I am thinking to myself.
Why can’t I find myself?
I seem to be faded away;
like a dried leaf that blows in the autumn winds
I will work with what is left of me; and try to love you
The way I’ve loved in the past.
Just know that I’m not the same person I once was.
Passion has left me
and I seem to be fading into . . .
Silent Obscurity.
© Adam Levon Brown
Except from the book âMusings of a Madmanâ
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