Fading

Just a mental health awareness poem speaking about how someone may feel things are obvious, but really everyone is oblivious.

By Sibley ShamraPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Do you hear what I hear?

Perhaps you’re attuned to a different tune?

You’re just like the rest, another stat I carve in the wall,

Another failed test.

Another outcome I know too well,

I finally open up the gates to the real me,

You get annoyed and leave me,

Then it’s like a reset,

We go from hour long conversations

Back to being strangers.

I’m not saying that to guilt you,

It’s just something I’ve grown used to.

It’s like sharing a story, yet no one is listening

Or better yet,

The useless white crayon,

Because it’s getting hard to be the light

When it’s fading from everyone’s sight

But more so, it's fading from mine.

As I feel my soul thirst,

Dried out lips,

Asleep from an Old Friend's kiss.

Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.

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