Draining

 

 

I feel it draining from my pores
My essence
My very being

The energy that is life 
Is fleeting
Every second that slips away
Can never be taken back
And every chance we should have taken
Slips from our memory
Until they too
Fade

We are all fading
Like spray paint tags on old walls
It’s only a matter of time 
Till some unknown wipes our mark away
Never really filling the space that stood before

There’s a madness in aging
But fears are trivial
If love of life can pull you from despair 
And each and every moment you live
Can be filled with meaning and care

Our lives grow shorter day by day
And it consumes the best of us 
And devours the worst of us
And we plead
A little more time
A few more years
One last chance to change my life
Beseeching an entity that we can’t see
For power we can’t conceive

There’s a growing madness within me
Because I can feel it
Pulling
Tugging
Fading
Until the mark on the wall is no longer mine

I feel it draining from my pores
My essence 
My very being.

 

 

 

by Amanda M. Burns 

written at age 12 or 13

© Amanda Saylor nee Burns. All rights reserved