The Autumn Grave

 

I lament the autumn leaves

For Its silence often deceives

The truth about the coming end

That winter is just around the bend

But the wind shall catch them all

When it’s time for them to fall

Carrying them down to the ground

Be buried in ice and never be found

I am here with them in this foxhole

As they rot and I bleed out whole

These leaves will be my death bed

A treat that will remain in my head

I choose to be a shield than to be a slave

For my soldiers can stand on my grave

To win a war with courage and integrity

To go home with great pride and sanity

Peace and summer will end my existence

But I shall live in them with persistence

  

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In my Home / Saturday

11 October 2014 / 10:07 am