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“Autumn Leaves”

Autumn leaves take slow flight

As I walk through this silent park

Full of time and shadows closing my eyelids

A wave of nauseating nostalgia rushes over me

And takes a strong hold of my heart 

I hear footsteps in my head and they are ignored 

Behind my eyelids my eyes spin like cherries looking for a sundae 

Night drips down to pool at the feet of my sub-conscience

I wade through memories of past failures

They wrap like a warm blanket around my naked flesh

Burning an image in my mind

Of blinding ineptitude

Raging waves of broken innocence

If I roll my eyes back far enough in my head

And stick my fingers in my mouth

I can still taste you

Though I know that I left

All the impression of a limbless tree

Left swaying here

Trembling in frustration

Dying just a little more every time I open my mouth

In a small part of my divided heart

Longing to jump into warm forgiving sleep

 

 
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