Autumn, par 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

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

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

It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

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