Fading Dreams

Nearing an end to life, hopes and dreams fade away into far distant memories. Knowing now, that life is just what it is, brings a finality to plans made when younger. Struggling to live day to day is now the only dream left to me and it is not one of hope or joy. It brings only a deepened sadness for an existence that is remaining. Fortitude slips quietly beneath life's mattress, as each new day falls behind life's grand curtain. Becoming at the end a tiny quarter of a person when stripped of earth's necessities, no longer excited about life - only the ending of it.