Autumn, di Nicholas Ryan Sampson

Autumn

Autumn sneaks in

preceding dormancy

Leaves take on new beauty

with nothing left in them but a fall from grace

Individually insignificant

while masses burden

The colors give the illusion of burning out

but we really just fade away

(2012)

#Autumn #DeathLife

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back

I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows

All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life

I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

My heart was paper  now folded six times over  to make it harder  to tear  I only hope that 

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds

I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains