When the Outline is Gone

Vanishing took years Dedication, work and money that often felt wasted Maybe, I left a trail in every book, class, and job, bread crumbs while engulfed in worldly fears Head down to the grind, humbling myself  in the praise of future promises, washed over and basted calling all others dears Thinking everything waited My voice disappeared first, I realized one day, as it could only find welcoming deaf ears My vision went invisible next, preferring what could be painted Hearing disappeared and I became almost completely clear as the rest of me clears Nothing was negated I stood at the inward meres One second there, one second lost to everything translated holding my spot, protected by an everyday veneer Next nothing could be tasted One hawk tuah away, as the bread crumb trail disappears As easily created can be recreated or uncreated vanishing took years Dedication, work and money that often felt wasted When I disappeared, they outlined me with chalk, I guess that way it could be proved, I was actually here Dedication, work and money that often felt wasted Vanishing took years Waiting as rain storms dissipated Sent via the Samsung