AUTUMN

 

Leaves turning yellow,
scattered across my lawn,
withered and dead are they,
for their life is now gone.

Like them are my memories,
crumbling, yellow and stale,
on the verge of death,
colourless, pallid and pale.

Soiled dark clouds, at night,
hiding my share of the moon,
the molten sun in the daytime sky,
burns me at the high noon.

Bleeding lies my happiness,
in the blood-spattered night,
I struggle futilely against the dark,
yearning for a sliver of light.

~Rachit~

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