Fallen trees litter the past
as childhood dreams
drip down the glass
condemned by the weight
of an oppressive cloud
watching once upon a time
crashing into now
a heart full of questions
unanswered by time
I'm falling like autumn
through the thoughts of my mind
a tormented soul at future's door
desperate to rise
from the clinging floor
i'm walking the edge
of a dull ragged knife
just grasping hold of echoes
that underscore my life.


© Rik - 25/11/2006