Long past the days of your prime,
worn by the passage of time,
your memories fading like stains,
yet some of you still remains.

But your decline washes backward,
and it’s so painful to behold,
how the new is disappearing,
leaving residues of old.

Devoured by decay,
your mind is astray,
with eyes that don’t gleam,
stuck in a bad dream.

My faltering shade,
confused and afraid,
can you even perceive
that you’re being unmade?

My sad little ghost,
every day it gets worse.
Each day is a blessing,
each day is a curse.

Not waking up would be a mercy,
a sweet release from your grief.
Most of your days are uneasy,
as lucid times become brief.

It’s such a slow, sad farewell,
and we have both become tired
of holding down this frail fort,
long past all hope and desire.

When do I draw the line?
What more is there to lose?
I cannot know your thoughts,
so how am I to choose?

Devoured by decay,
your mind is astray,
with eyes that don’t gleam,
stuck in a bad dream.

My faltering shade,
confused and afraid,
can you even perceive
that you’re being unmade?

My sad little ghost,
every day it gets worse.
Each day is a blessing,
each day is a curse.

Please, let it be done,
before all your mind’s gone.
Lest emptiness shall dwell
within your suffering shell.

May it be peaceful,
may it be bland,
not by my choice,
not by my hand.

A soft departure
on a cloud of sleep,
one final memory
for me to keep.

My Faltering Shade

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My Faltering Shade

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