I gather dust, a film upon my soul,
My tears, though pure, can’t wash the grime away.
Each step grows harder, losing all control,
As age’s road behind me finds its sway.

I feel the weight of years, a heavy chain,
A darkening descent, a somber hue.
The vibrant colors start to fade and wane,
And shadows lengthen, obscuring all I knew.

I’m becoming dirtier with each passing day,
My spirit weary, yearning for release.
The world around me loses its display,
And in this fading light, I find no peace.

Where are you now, in this my fading light?
Lost in the darkness of the endless night.

Tomaž Jevšenak