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dying another autumn death

Posted to Action Poetry

i sit staring out the window,
stinging rain pelts the pane
a neglected coffee cup
goes cold on the sill.
somewhere down the hall
a patient screams
in the dark early morning hours,
jolting me from my trance.
i thought i was alone.

it’s maddening,
this sadness that
drenches my soul
as the drizzle glazes over
my window to the world
and desperation caves in
the muddy tunnel I’ve meticulously
carved in this life.

outside a sapling bends
against the lashing.
planted as a memorial,
it’s pale yellow fronds
dying another autumn death,
only one or two green leaves left
before it’s demise
and eventual rebirth…
maybe, unless the winter
comes too harsh.