As I stand,
feeling the rain;
flowing over me,
washing away my pain.
The wind blows cold,
my skin turns old.
With every passing day,
I am fading away.
The rain kisses my face,
feeling so cold;
reminiscent of the memories,
that I hold.
In an attentive gaze,
through a mental haze.
Just another dying day,
I am fading away.
Joshua Fegley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-fading-away/
