V a n a s h i n g slowly,
carefully f a d i n g away...
Turning into what?
A new l i f e, new ways.
Once I d i s s a p p e a r,
where will I be?
Possibly in the b l a c k of s p a c e,
or maybe d e e p under the s e a.
I p r a y someone will f i n d me,
& b r e a t h e life into my nothingness.
Once it's all over, I w o n d e r,
was it all worth it?
We're taught to be f e a r l e s s;
to take r i s k s and c h a n c e s,
but what happens when the risk f a i l s,
and you barely know what your n a m e is,
what you s t a n d for,
or who you b e l i e v e?
All that's left of you is a few b r e a t h s,
b l u e e y e s, and a h e a r t that barely b e a t s.
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PoetryLife throws us so many moments, sometimes it's hard to comprehend what we want to remember and what we want to forget. Either way, remembering or forgetting, that moment happened & how we face reality is up to us. This is poetry I wrote, based off o...
