Fading

Just a glimpse into me.

While struggling through this life,
We have no one who accompany us,
We are born alone and die alone;
How sorrowful the path of humans.

We unlike other animals are conscious
With just enough intelligence to question why.
I look into the mirror and see middle age,
Creeping in to ravage my skin.

My past regrets sneak into my conscious thoughts,
And I cringe with that knowledge.
My body does not look itself,
It reminds me of what I used to be.

Hot eyes blink back rage and disappointment.
I may not live to be old,
yet I feel that I am already.
I think of loves lost and battles won.

I realize how small I am.
That people come into our lives,
Only to leave someday,
And that in time everything fades,
including me.

Author's Note

Cynicism at its finest.

Reviews

[Don't just B, but B ama..]

Well written piece of the anger of aging and loosing love and being alone. If that's you in your profile pic, I would not be pouting about the aging part, it seems to have been kind to you. Thanks, for sharing. Stay Strong.

[Imogean Tweetie]

Yes, that is me. You are too kind :)

[Don't just B, but B amazing!]

Your welcome, I call 'em like I see 'em.

[KAin]

A strong, heart-felt poem. Cynicism at its finest, as you say... There's a lot of pain in this one, it makes the heart tremble to read. Yes, we must all one day fade and fall - even the stars must - but we have this time to shine, do we not? This day and this moment to make our own? It is... a brutal temptation to simply gaze into your regrets. Pain is proof that we have lived. A scar is another way of remembering. That we know sorrow means that we understand joy... I think this poem, though filled with sorrow, has just a bit of hope in it, still. Thank you for sharing, Imogean.

[DIVYA]

I loved reading this bitterly truthful and sad writing. Very well done.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but we need to question ourselves, and we need to have disappointment in order to learn, and we need to realize how small we are but how important we can become to ourselves and others.

live is full of rage but also cheering..the loves won and lost..and as your poem expresses..


we are born alone and die alone...and can only be responsible for ourselves...

we dictate our own path.

nicely woven poem.