The branches are bare.

David Wakeling

The Autumn leaves are gathering at my feet,
Have I the courage to kick them like a kid.
Could I lay down and cover myself in leaves.

The Rain is washing them down the street,
I live regretting the things I never did,
My Life is just the nightmare of what one man believes.

Was I bold enough for my own destiny,
Or did I cower at the Rising of the full Moon,
And fail at every hurdle and every dream.

I look back at the bare tree in misery,
And weep that the Winter will be here soon,
And I will have another chance to scream.

  • Author: David Wakeling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 30th, 2023 00:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Iva Hotko

    Beautiful in its pain.
    Thank you for sharing 🙂

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