september 27

kind of a rough-draft of current thoughts and feels

its 3:07 am and i haven’t slept well in weeks

i am frequented by thoughts of uneasiness

and an unforgiving mind

i thought that when the leaves changed

i would find serenity among them;

free, unafraid of what is to come,

knowing that the day will arrive

when warmth would welcome them back;

a merciful God allowing growth once again.

one by one, as they fall from the trees,

i had hoped my demons would go along with them

but its 3:07 am

the leaves have begun to change

and there is no end in sight

to all of these sleepless nights

Author's Note

thoughts? comments, suggestions?

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Falling leaves represent sadness and decay for me. I prefer spring and summer, the season's of birth and growth. I enjoyed your second stanza.

Chris