Leaves scatter on the soil
The air is thick with melancholy
The stripped oaks sway in the wind as the leaves coil
The moon's blistered and scratched surface fixates on me
Crickets don't bother with their tune
Just as the frogs don't contribute
And still it gazes upon me, that inexorable moon
The grass is dead
The fog covers my way
And as I tread
I feel it ahead
I was led,
Lured by gifts of hope
To be left alone as a snack
As I wonder through the black
Then you gave me joy, anticipation, reason
The wind blew it away
Now I am being eaten
By the grief of yesterday.
-Casey Greene
Author notes
This poem is about hurt.
Written December 3rd, 2005
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Awww...that was really sad
I'm sorry you feelthis way! But this was a really good poem though...I look for flow usually, and your flow was really good. Keep up the good work, and thanks for entering!
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