Sins Of The Fallen Follower

I am not who I used to be
I am just a faded image of my past
The vibrant colors that screamed potential,
has become mute, with the passing of time and the sinking of my eyes
The decaying of my already broken wings
has caught up to my futile efforts to mend them.
Surrounded by the fallen feathers
that have long turned into dirt.
I hold them close, succeeding only to add more filth to my already soiled soul.
Kneeling on the mound of my fruitless endeavors
I seek the light shining behind me
But I am too ashamed to turn around...