Fading Away
I remember yesterday, but how it seems so far away
Living and loving while loving and living
But things have changed
The world has changed
People have changed
I have changed
Nothing remains the same…
Except for the past
I reminisce about yesterday
I fear my tomorrow
But I dread today
I hate today
And I’ll hate tomorrow
But there is a dim candle in this cold, dark place
It provides just enough light for me to see
But the wick is so low
I see less and less with each passing second
What will I do when this candle melts away?
I want to live; I want to love
The hope for either is fading
My walls are collapsing around me
I try to hold them up, but they are so heavy
And I am tired; exhausted
And soon the walls will give way
I’m gasping for air, clutching for that rock
But I come up empty
What more can I do to grab your attention?
You know I suffer, yet you offer no aid
I won’t ask for help, and you know that
Yet you can easily see I’m not who I was
I want to live; I want to love
And I’m losing hope in both
I feel stranded in the ocean, ankles weighing five pounds oned day, ten the next
They are pulling me deeper
And I am tired
And soon I will sink away
Falling deeper and deeper into a depression. It's kind of like quicksand. The more you try to free yourself, the further you slide. The further your slide, the more hopeless you become.
Written in 2002
Copyright, The Poetry of Bryan Buser