Fading Out

Something new I just wrote/completed. FADING AWAY Fading away, Starts slowly, One day I was in my own home, The next I was in another, I could only bring a few of my things, It progresses, ever so quickly; I am a young soul Trapped in a tired body, You listen to me as I tell my story, you listen so intently, intrigued by what I have to tell. Back to the beginning, Back in time, It’s my reality, Then in an instant, I’m snapped back into your reality Is it so wrong to let me be in my own reality for a little while? The faces, Nothing there, just a blank stare, As they talk to me, Asking me twenty questions, Just so I can remember, I don’t understand, They don’t understand, I get so confused as each day gets closer, I think it hurts them more to see me like this, For some they can’t let go, they won’t let go, In denial that I am disappearing, All I want is to rest, to be comfortable, All I ask is for you to be there, to be patient, While I am are nearing the end, As everyone else I know, has already left, I am all alone, So I ask again, will you stay by my side, Until I am through here, I am not the same as I once was, That person is gone, I cannot remember. I am a child again, so it seems, All I ask is, don’t get mad at me, To be patient with me, To remember me as I was once was, the real me, Even though, I cannot remember you I am losing my mind, or so it feels that way, Not remembering anything, not even where I am; Frustrated, Tired and alone most of the time, Loss of my independence, Trying not to be a burden Fading away, Fading into the shadows, Into darkness, Sometimes all alone, Sometimes with someone by my side, Fading away A sad way to go, Losing control, Losing your mind, Losing your independence, Disappearing, into the darkness, Fading out…

Broken Soldier

Served my country for twelve years, wished I could have served longer, perhaps for life, maybe; however, it's hard when the feet don't run anymore, yea there's ways around that to stay in, but I just didn't feel like I could give my one hundred percent, I feel broken, I guess I don't want to be a broken soldier, though once a soldier, always a soldier; there's plenty of us who are broke, and still serving, but I guess, perhaps that's all I'm supposed to serve, not to say, that I do not miss it, wishing I was back in, deploying, there's been days I thought about getting back in, but now...I believe it's too late...for me, but maybe there is something else I am supposed to do, for another twelve years... I served my country and proudly, I must say, friends that I've made, had a blast serving with all my battles, I may not be there with ya'll in person, but I am right there beside you, in spirit, in heart, I am there.