Open To Suggestions
Leaves brown and broken lay upon the ground,
Reminiscent of my scarred heart.
Slowly dying day after day.
Winter winds blow; shredding what's left.
These leaves will never be reborn.
And I...there is no salvation for one such as I...
Copyright © Angelita Becerra | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment