Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

The days, the weeks, the months, all seem to move far faster than the speed of light. 

It seems I leave no mark, no legacy once the year is drawn to a close. 

The facility, of which I transferred into this year, yielded little comforting to my future there. 

My path yields a future of isolation, my own silence, my own thoughts filled with malice. 

The others enjoy each others company, they laugh, they joke, they sit together, they do many things with each other. 

I can rarely find a time where they are apart. 

Every new room they move into, they seem to gather a large following. 

My own companions seem to have their energy, their own following. 

I walk alone, with my burden, alongside my shadow. 

I hear a clock within my skull, ticking, slowly but steadily winding down. 

I find myself afraid of this clock, afraid of myself running out of time, afraid that I will not be remebered for I have no legacy.

The others will see me as a ghost, a mere sight, a spec of dust.