Autumn
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The ground is frosted, the leaves falling.
Trees were sleeping, dying, crying.
I can only puzzle over how reflective Autumn is on my life.
I fell in love with the forbidden. The sacred. The untouchable.
Now I am bleeding; inside I am dying.
I am forever to be left lonely. By myself. Loveless.
Forever regretting digging my own grave, I put myself closer to it.
My wrists are scarred, screaming.
I can still hear him, his lovely laugh like a bewitching bell.
The words I'd heard just minutes ago
Still ring a melancholy chime, overwhelming the agonizing cries of my psyche.
The ground was frosted, the leaves fallen.
Trees have slept, died, cried.
I only ever once wondered how reflective Autumn is on my life.