On the Backslide

another somber rise of day through autumn's reign where clouded thoughts backslide through eyes while the anguish of my pain lies misted in the lash of october's skies i watch as the breeze strips color from these trees crimson drops aloft on the awry path, downward in spirals like a child's mind trying to find assuage from life's affliction through atrocious little lines carved upon shrouded flesh in an auspicious attempt to find relief, momentarily unrestricted sometimes i long to be like the leaves of autumn, spun golden twirling in the allure of whispered breezes, adrift in the winds carefree on the jaunt of life of these memories that taunt other times, the appetency to be the tree is greater in depth, to be bare, weightless and absolve the heaviness of life's burdens as you cast them downward in wayward winds to their death while your roots remain grounded, although twisted, still stand firm sometimes i'd like to see the beauty in october through other's eyes to glow in the dawn of my day, not shiver in its winded breath beneath the grays of skies, where all i can see is impending death in the season's foreshadow as the leaves slip like blood through hands October 9, 2019 Crazy A's Poetry Contest Sponsored by John Hamilton