The frost-muted grass surrounds them
I swear, there were leaves there yesterday
The branches are dropping their burdens
And harsh breezes take them away
The cloud-muted sky stays gone longer
Lingering on the other side
And the wind runs freely and heartlessly
Becoming less hesitant a night at a time
Muted, I suffer from nothing to say
Faded, I'm threadbare, but dying this way
Wordless, I'm helpless with all the world freezing
Run down and shut out and wishing you'd hear me
Words are all muted inside me
Held back by the autumn chill
Don't betray me to loneliness
Like the trees betrayed the fallen leaves
2 comments:
I really like it, Marabelle. I love the imagery. Funny, it's like the opposite of that poem (When Inspired) you wrote for Brit Lit. *laugh* I liked that, too. You should post it here as well. Doitdoitdoit.
This line stuck with me:
Melodious souls do not go unsung
Speaking of which, did you ever send Rhymish the poem you wrote for her?
It's a very well written song. I would say I'm impressed, because I am, but it's the quality I've come to expect of you.
Excellently done.
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