I feel far from everyone (but you)
Faded, a cloud that’s evaporated into clay
A desert wasteland with scrambled scribbles lined on my back
No one can read,
Its faded like me
A mushy, lump of clay
Soon I'll be dust
All my work is clattered in a silent decay
Like the cat in Schrödinger's
box.
I'll love you
Until my last breath,
My sweet, lush Anabell-Lee,
Until I fade under the mountain of my careless folly
And drown in misery.
To see you smile is all I need
As all others ignore my pleas,
A faded, foolish poet
With dreams of prose fancy.
I'm overlooked, washed out
And all that I can see
Is all my words getting squashed and soaked and squished and faded
Into glorious, random infinity.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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Comments (12)
I love it!! Amazing word play
Oh my, such a beautiful job, Melissa! So many of your phrases always stop me in my tracks - such wonderful work, always! You will not fade 🥹❤️
We all feel like this sometimes, wonder if we actually have a voice anyone wants to hear. Beautifully written. 👏Pernoste
Melissa, this is so beautifully rendered! Your words certainly will not fade, not with this talent. 💕🙂
Reminds me of the theme of the song "Hope", which was originally written by David Gilmour, I think. This version by Anathema is one of my faves though: https://youtu.be/yGNveAkgMH0
I often feel like this as well and it really sucks. I loved how beautifully you've woven this poem with your words! Sending you lots of love and hugs Merly! 💖
This is amazing, Melissa. Very well done.
<3
You will not fade, Melissa, because you've left an indelible mark with your writing.
Great imagery on faded
I see you. I read you, Melissa. You are not Schrodinger's cat. And though all things in this world do return to dust. You will be remembered by those who care for you.
<3