Fading away

Day By day,

Minute by minute,

I notice the ends of my mind begin

to fray,

I don't know what it is,

Why I was made this way.

My will to live just slowly fades,

Ever so surely,

It fades away.

I haven't died yet,

Nor do I have a date set.

But I know without a doubt,

That I will not live to see my heart

give out.

F.A.