Growing to die; but don't we all?
It's not like I can resist the fall.
Ablaze with the hue of fiery change,
erased what I knew- emptied the page.
It's not like I can resist the fall.
Ablaze with the hue of fiery change,
erased what I knew- emptied the page.
Along the way the wind did blow casting aside the warmth of light.
Breaking a branch by the rattle and chill of the darkest night.
Clinging to life like the hope I feel; holding on with all its might.
Sigh with a gust- Oh! My whimper of disbelief falls out of sight.
Cursed to decay, it seems we are.
"Fuck it," I say, feelings ajar.
The last foliage drops from the tree.
And then my rage falls like a leaf.
