FADING

With each passing day, I am fading into oblivion.
The roads seem closed for me while the new ways are out of sight.
Heartbeats are getting louder while the passion is subsidizing.
Feelings are numb, while the hurt is magnifying.
With each passing day, I am fading.

My picture is blurring, while my energy is sapped.
Constant jabbing and hacking have shattered my soul.
Rough blows have jolted my foundation.
The owls of my dark world say woe to me.
With each passing day, I am fading.

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Breaths are numbered and death is approaching.
Everything seems to be going from bad to worse.
In this way, I am fading.
Yes, I am faded.
Indeed, I have faded.

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Syed Mustafa Ahmad
Syed Mustafa Ahmad
Syed Mustafa Ahmad is from Hajibagh, Budgam. His hobbies include reading and writing.

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