Slow Fade

Today I feel less alive than yesterday, and yesterday, less than the day before — dissolving, vanishing, fading — unseen, unheard, and unwanted. Someday soon, when I draw my last breath, my heart beats no more, and midnight claims my soul, who will remember me? And who will know I was ever here?  

My thoughts drift as I ponder this life: what is, what was, and what could have been. It’s not the life I dreamed of, planned for, or wanted. But in the twilight of my years, I will bravely face my fate — silent and alone — as I slowly fade away. 

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Micro-fiction, 100-words exactly