Who I Used to Be

Am I here,
As weariness sets in.
Lost in the veiled mysteries of,
What is meant to be?

Am I nowhere,
Falling deeper down.
Are scorching dreams of color,
Only memories to me?

Am I there,
Alone silently waiting.
Every hope is worth saving,
What is left of me?

Am I now,
Just fading into sepia.
Only a vacant shadow of,
Who I used to be?

~Mark Schutter ©2014