When Will It End?

Trees grow so slowly in October-
the rains have gone away from here
hiding rainbows in the dreary night.
Even the warmth of summer has faded
as the scarlet leaves fall down and down.

Candles glow on frosted window panes
scattering flickering follies across the floor.
Quilts and blankets warm the bed,
while this weeping soul is left to freeze-
there is nothing in this room to breathe.

Sad and quiet, the day breaks down
into bits of mold and jagged dreams.
No glory within this fading world,
leaves rotting on the chilling ground-
Hiding a world of transparent souls.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2008-10-04 at 03:38

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Sid
amazing!

Read some of mine if you got time!
2008-10-04


Amy Valentina
Hello,
It reminds me of lonely moments when you don't want to be lonely.
Dear, you made me feel the times.
Amazing...
2008-10-04


PoeticProcrastination
absolutely stunning.
2008-10-04


Kathy Lockhart
your descriptions are so very intense as is the somberness of the mood, the sadness. There is a mourning here as the death of summer is buried in the fallen leaves. Very moving poetry.
2008-10-04