Faded Out Like a Memory

Faded Out Like a Memory

By: Harry Flanagan
Date: Saturday, November 14, 2009 at 4:30pm


The words come and they go.
I seem to repeat like an echo.
I hinder these feelings at a low,
Like I had nothing to show.
I feel as if I am a dying rose,
Used up withered and old.
You'll never really know;
Because I never really told,
That my mind is covered in mold,
And my heart is no longer full.
Just a never ending hole,
That once held a soul.

Faded out like a memory, To introduce my own misery To a dark room of mystery.