Lullaby Of The Leaves

Running through, ignoring decision... dictating inhibition
feeling warm when its just too cold, running round....
and leaves will fall, i ignore the sounds
tiny moments spoken outloud for i was proud
of a life not ordered or bound to someones mind.
The table took flight and in the night, i wished it back
for on it was my lifes processions, a purse, book, a long lifes lesson.
And now i walk around my debt, feeling cold, feeling wet.
The rain keeps coming, the drums keep drumming.
Is this what its like to die?
For my whole life i've wondered why,
some people die.
Out of luck, some people dont...
as no chains were tied to there throats. 
Bound decisions, wrong ways of living.
And do I see, people free?
No, and no again.

Come autumn silence welcomed the forest,
but the trees still stood, ignoring its approach.
The lake stayed near, never feeling or hearing its words...
And my mind flowed round, to the prospect of hearing the sounds.
But there was none, i would sleep amongst these leaves...
In the morning i felt deaf, nothing touched my ears.. the sense of my security.
Late morning i fell deaf, no doubts that the birds had fled, and the nature froze.
To my regret i never went home... this seemed like home.
The connection of another life too strong, approaches gone wrong.
The silence had taken its toll, the undistinguished purposes of a mind... beaten to mime its script.

Do i hear, a feeling near?
No, all thats left is leaves.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"For my whole life i've wondered why,
some people die.
Out of luck, some people dont..."
A amazing use of thoughts and strong description. I like the above lines a lot. I do believe in luck. Some of us can swim in s**t and smell like sweet flowers. I like the use of nature to make your point. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[quixotic_rose]

Ohmygosh. This is beautiful, it really spoke to me. I feel like I'm in an enchanted forest almost, with life's hidden discrepancies and anguishes of my own so loud to my ears. Almost like a lullaby of reflection (in my case) Seriously, this was just..left me in awe. Beautiful!

[cartera]

A writing down of lots of complex feeling using poetic images of nature to get in touch with what's going on and the unfair distribution of 'luck'. 'Beaten to mime its script' is for me a very powerful statement. Especially for one so young.
ATB
Alex.

[Tai Ryens]

Lullabies are what's known, despite the common misconception, to be quite dark and morosely comforting to soothe a child before death. You have captured the lullaby mumbled to crackling leaves. I love this!

[Leslie Philibert]

You manage very well to pick the right style for this theme, melancholic, sad, reflective,
so this all fits together very well..

[B-poet]

A very articulate style of writing that belongs in a class of its own. I love the overall tone and theme throughout this indepth poem of latent experiences related to death. Great write. :)