Fading Poem by Samlayy Broussard

in time bleeding seems endless.
i prayed to be heard, and be buried in forgiveness.
time, is creeping.
I wish, i could believe i wasnt just weeping.
inside and out, people fill me with lies and doubt.
i wonder what its like to still be alive.
to not be a ghost in this dreaded existence
to breathe in peace, and stop the resistance.
to laugh and love,
and never to fall to the ground in pity of myself.

in time, i see healing wounds.
but new ones appearing
in the dust i am disappearing.
winds blowing my heart away.
and my body rotting in the grave.
oh how im living in this filthy god forsaken cave.

in time i see light,
and no more darkness.
no more insanity,
no more poverty.

but i am just a ghost...
waiting and watching people pass me...

the world is blind.
and i am the one whose left behind