INSIGNIFICANT

When speaking

I am too loud

Then,

When silent

Too quietly

Feel gone when I am around

When present

I am faded and now ground down 

To nothing more,

Than everything which came before.

It isn’t lost to feel true,

 

It’s not power to feel futile in all regards simply because one can sense the tides of fate sailed within themselves.

Increasingly slowed down to a halt,

The bitter end of the trains departure.

A soulful martyr of evenings darker;

Pulled apart,

Built half chartered, 

Daylight stops,

We grow farther, 

Hurried on with still no charger.

Am I dead?

No.

Just losing power…