Fall

There's a chipped drone of buzzing,
that always fills my ear,
repeating sounds of silence,
though many cannot hear.

And through that tone of torture,
no thoughts come through my mind,
because all I knew was leaving,
moving; drifting behind.

Life starts to slip away,
and I begin to fall out of touch,
with what I use to have,
the love I felt so much.

And even though I'm dying,
slowly without cause,
I know that there is something waiting,
at the end - it gives me pause.

As tears fall down my face,
nothing more seems to care,
and everything I've ever had,
lays before me bare.

Without a light - or sign of hope,
I sit in never ending dark,
disintegrating in silence,
another unnoticed mark.