This year's fall hasn't landed
The branch, still bending with my weight
Waiting for a snap to reveal my fate
Inside a hollow which I hide
The darkness which I keep inside
I'm Forgotten like last year's autumn leaves
Unlike burnt banknotes upon which they grieve
Please remove these stones beneath my feet
Swallow little pills so I can weep
The ghost of me hanging from a tree
A suicidal knot
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Author:
Augie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 31st, 2025 11:53
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Comments2
I share your enthusiasm !
Sad this poem is dark as it anticipates the year end. Is it the year that is speaking with that suicidal knot? Lovely Happy New Year to you
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