A Weeper’s Stew in Autumn

AuburnScribbler

What was warm and green,

cools; to be the brown,

where I; a talking monkey crawls;

on the firmer ground,

 

wading through the leaves;

that covers up the grey,

whilst smashing soldier conkers

with feet; that blacken way,

 

then tiny spiral whirligigs

act like helicopters,

but no bombs; are dropped by these;

as I think; what corrupts us,

 

my deeds; are like tree branches;

so strong; but oh so bare,

unlike them; can’t regrow hope

too short a life; to care,

 

lighting Jack O’ Lanterns

paints my smile; as you hurt,

habit self-destruction; bleeds my

clots inside your dirt,

 

apology; in mask is made,

I mean; to be so blank, hence

kill me mighty thunderstorm;

to drain my prideful bank!

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2024 10:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: Not everyone is in the mood to celebrate certain season greetings. With mental afflictions such as depression and anxiety, that are on a horrifying and meteoric rise, the divisiveness of humanity's core practice continues to make life unnecessarily harder to live, and therefore harder to love, especially oneself at times. With that said, I give you this somewhat seasonal poem at Samhain; written from the perspective of a person, who has wept for far too long, because of the damaging operation of our species, and just simply wants to go. The banner picture acts as a visual representation of both autumn itself, and to visualise the brittle heart they have within, that has been broken by aggressive attainment from others around them, and the overly harsh "putting-downs" they have created for themself. Though this is a sad one, I hope that you enjoy the poem, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Sad
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  • Tony36

    Great write

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read and for your short and sweet comment Tony36, it is very much appreciated.

      I hope that all is well.

      • Tony36

        You're welcome, hope all is well with you as well

      • Goldfinch60

        Wonderful words Ben, as we go towards winter many are struggling but hope will keep us going.

        Andy

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thanks for the read and for your lovely comment Andy, it is very much appreciated, and I hope that in the cold, some warmth can be within us all.

          I hope that all is well.



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