Cataclysmic October.
yes, that is your name…

The way you walk, the way you talk;
we know it all the same…

Ever move in silence,
the sound you can’t regain?

For never once is trying hard
to pass the point of blame.

It seems to me, the themes
to be discussed have gone astray.

Though wandering through wonderment
could chance upon the way -

Today, i’m following…
yet leading you, and thus,

For all else fails to warn
the danger round the bend combusts.

Seek asylum.
Take the coats.
And pile them, on.

Guard against the rain.

The cold you’re finding shelter from,
still lives inside your brain.

Maladous and sadly just -
go on now, fall apart.

Remedial of broken glass,
to buy a brand new part.

Nay, heart.

Or start, once more;
but surely not right here.

This time is sold like watches
and there’s none for you, my dear.

So take your leave, your dagger,
and the ghosts of memory.

The chill of night approaches,
so turn your page now, please.

Burning leaves of autumn,
warm the evening now struck thru.

Moonlight beams a’brightly
on the self i find anew.

A new… life.
just what i need.

Right here.

In front.

Of me…


marelle

autumn leaves change color so do we it seems life interesting poetic