going... going...

Fading fast,
never early but never last.
Inscruatble, undefinable, day and hour unknown.
Forgotten son,
only loss not yet won.
Memories faded of times once counted joy,
times before I no longer was a little boy,
a time when I could play - could proudly possess a toy.
Conscience in a nightmare world,
Asleep in the reality that I am not yet.
Honored by unseen faces and unspoken voices.
Rainbows pitched in darkness,
the moon points to me -
all I hear is noise.
Blackness.
Pain.
Wild abandon.
Nothing and nowhere,
drowned in the mud.
Gravel my oxygen.
Grasping dreams,
yielding nothing at last.
Only in last seconds do I realize life was worth fighting for.

Gone.