Apple Leaves of Autumn
If reason was not the way
may sin never cease
and if pain was not the way
may death forever sleep.
The four season’s weep
upon hearing the
last soft lingering notes of the
little violin.
Old fingers that now touch the metal
photos will never reach.
We are all but people.
who ever that may be.
a little something
Elevated senses of frustration,
makes me forever more question whether
it was meant to be.
Binded by mortality i watch as immortality walks on by.
Shimmering green flowers, complimented with the dusk of the skies,
illuminate the eternal darkness of which the tree of life shines dimly.
The weakening light, the warmth of the small.
Extinguished flame, forever,
nevermore.
i’m sorry
Sometimes i wonder whether its ever worth the wait
the tears, the screams, the peace, the smiles.
strange soliders that walk besides me, silently…
-more action than words.
pretty little hands hold mine
innocent eyes stare through me
A secret little disease called Time paralyses
the innocent eyes,
pandemic in its mischief.
silent members of the three bears
usually,rowdy and wild,
are riddled at the quintessence of harmony.
