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Autumn

Date Written: October 12, 2017
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Autumn fell upon my soul

Like leaves upon a gravestone

I’m lying on the ground

Waiting for the sun to rise

Or for the soil to claim me

As his own.

 

I’m not awake

Nor am I asleep

Sometimes I wish I had a cape

Other times I feel like I already do

To hide me away from all the eyes

Staring at me

Or through me.

 

My soul is empty

My heart remembers no beats

My eyes see no light.

I am dead or waiting for nothing

I am nothing

Nothing is how I feel

Yet nothingness can hurt like hell.

 

I have no rhythm

That is how I know

You won’t remember me.

I’m a broken poem

Telling the story of a broken human.

One comment on “Autumn”

  1. sunburned     October 12, 2017

    Brokenness is conditional,you choose where you are going. Best wish for a healed future.

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