In Autumn to Winter
Trapped in the cellar of Autumn
I brood
As the vermin amongst
me breed
I glare towards the sound of an infernal buzzing
a desperate fly
caught in a cobweb
His struggle in vain
just as his death is
For the spider that once resided in that web
hung himself
with his own thread
So is the quality of life in this cellar
that pests should even be as depressed
to weave their own death
Now the shadows encroach upon the hills
beneath the menacing force
that you so desperately tried to quell
Living within these cells of sin
breathing toxic air through cracks
whose vapours leak into your very essence
poisoning to the core...and beyond
Winter has set in on your life
Bare branches match the feelings you bear
Snow now covers
thoughts and a love
with which you never could compare
1 comment:
Great poem. Sombre. Here's one of my darker ones:
The Liminal powder room
Sickly passage warp the ways
I can function, like being born into the care
Of death’s harbinger,
A far worse fate than meeting the master.
(by all accounts)
Finality is stretched into eternity
And I too am stretched too thin like opaque paint
On a mottled wall
Primed for failure, preened to faint
Like a flustered lady trussed up
In her corset, pink and ruddy
A neophyte reaper socialite
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