...Victims of the Fall

By SolApathy

Into the sunset hues of a Fall without you
Drifting leaves chafing my skin
Feeling their brittle end
Twisted this once beautiful transition
Now just a dark sunset rendition
As the sun drifts into angles of stellar cold
I wither in the memories of this ravaged soul
Exposing the frozen remnant for which I have no control
Feel the freeze as you gaze within
Absolute zero of a heart at its end
I tread upon fallen leaves
Their cracking a symptom of love’s disease
No silence in this expanse of unheard pleas
I bring the winter as I am the oncoming storm
Ending any hope of it ever being warm

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Published on Wednesday, April 8, 2020. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...As the leaves of gold turn to dust--I become the nothingness that is...Us

Comments on "...Victims of the Fall"

On Sunday, February 24, 2019, NikesRain (1240) wrote:

Enjoyed the imagery and the somber, even flow in this. Where many keep the edges of this type of sadness harsh and stinging, it's portrayed with a more smoothed off, polished feel without losing its deep effect.
On Sunday, February 24, 2019, SolApathy (652) wrote:

Thank you, that was my objective in this poem to smooth off the edges.
A former member wrote: Reading your stuff in the middle of the night is just perfect. Thanks to share your thoughts with us.
On Thursday, October 12, 2017, SolApathy (652) wrote:

Thanks, I always enjoy writing it.
On Monday, October 9, 2017, Mute Serenade (389) wrote:

Beautiful write, my friend :) there's something so soft and lovely in this sadness..
On Monday, October 9, 2017, worm (1149) wrote:

the depth to your writing continues to amaze me... Kudos! ~worm~
On Monday, October 9, 2017, SolApathy (652) wrote:

Thanks for the praise...
A former member wrote: Are you entering this in The Burning Season contest? I personally think that you should. Whenever Fall approaches, one can't help but mourn the passing of yet another summer, but deep down we know that life begins anew with each passing season. Perhaps I'm reading this all wrong, but that's the feeling I get from this beautiful write. Lovely poem, dearest. Rebs:).
A former member wrote: I sense several levels of loss here