Autumn, by 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

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes

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

The pen must be  mightier than the sword  For there is nothing that  will spill your guts faster  than a bit of ink that says 

The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight

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

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

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

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

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

Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest

I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response