Horrors of Autumn
Why must autumn take me back to the sunshine days of my love?
Love, non-existent now
Buried in the depths of the ground
like someone throws away broken pottery, our love has been trudged and treaded on
Why must autumn bring with it gusts of your musky smell?
The same fragrance that takes me back to your neck,
The fragrance I had willed myself to forget
Autumn was the month of decaying beauty
Of oranges and reds ,rusted browns
And now I cannot even look out the window
Without the biggest frown
Autumn now is nothing but the painful reminder of lost romances, of kites struck down before they got the chance to fly
Of blue birds, now buried under the soil
That once mastered the skies
Autumn is now nothing but the reminder of my wounds
That I hide under my blood red armour
Of pain and loneliness
Of soldiers dying all alone
And so, the little girl that loved when the trees started turning red
Has grown to dread the very sight of blood gushing out of her hand.
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