The morning sun rising over my blowzed eyes,
The autumn wind playing gaily with the tress and swirl, around my naked feet,
Upon my way to the end of the street, blocking out my peers lies.
Pale and sallow I walk with the colourless leafs harassing me along the shadowed street.
With every step my legs, hooked by my shadow, drag me back,
Back with every forward move I go to make.
From heart to lungs to legs, the steel ice begins to creep,
Till none of the sidewalks chattelous foliage dares to urge me anymore.
Captured in my icy tears, the glint of red and brown and green,
Of love and laughter and close embrace.
Drip silently to my feet, my cold feet,
Too scared to move, too tired to hold up my half dead heart.
Every hand I hold, every wall I befriend, with a touch, recall
Caress the feelings of your sweet hand, and shimmering skin,
In my mind you are still, here with me and my arms out to hold,
Fall back with the impossible weight of all the sour seconds and malicious words we spat.
With full and ripen lips, like the sweetest fruit,
Lures me back to my dreams, there on the turbulent pathway I stand.
With warm and smile bitten tease me from my sadness.
For the feeling seems to reach down my throat, deep inside and
Along my veins of sharp, glistening ice, does melt,
My soul enough to fall upon the darkened sodden ground,
The leafs crumpled and broken in to one another?s bodies,
Holding on for dear life, afraid to let go.
But on with myself, desperate to be held by the fast fading nature,
Under my body, hunched and numb and feeble.
But in my blinking eyes, a blinkered thought, of love and
Happiness in my life, shining like the sun through the obscure depressing clouds.
And with jolting ringing, penetrating deep, shattering my snowy tears and heart,
I rise and move, through the rough iron gates,
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate.
And with wooden walk, and waned waxed smile, I walk on
And on I walk. My lungs struggle to find the air,
With the ticking clock and carpeted floor, spinning round my head, lain on wooden desk.
Lungs burned, drawing for breath, my head around with thoughts and sound.
For life without you, is like breathing without air,
Pointless and fatal, as I slip into my morning, and struggle to make sense of the day.
*any thoughts? many thanks*
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