Dead leaves, rotting down
rejoining the ground, my fear painted frown
as I collect my mind, in this season of hurt
from the autumnal decay, like these piles of dirt
Bare trees, hide no sins
naked branches just like torn skin
after too many drinks the knife cuts in
and the sap pours, red again
Cold skies, like my heart lies
emotionless, in its darkest guise
dulled to the pain, from a constant barrage
now just a husk, a shell to discard
Wet ground, from when the tears laid waste
left stains, pain ingrained on my face
now can no longer cry, the well has been emptied
the tears have run dry
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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