Winter Leaves

Winter leaves And falling rain, Darkness; wounds And growing pain. "You used to say That I was your inspiration... From writing, You could not refrain." "There was a light in your eyes" She said: "Now, your eyes are cold, There's no more warmth in your hands; You're getting awfully old!" Winter leaves And falling rain, Darkness; wounds And growing pain. "I loved your words, Your beautiful poetry! To your imagination, You used to give free rein." "There was a light in your eyes" She said: "Now, your eyes are cold, There's no more warmth in your hands; You're getting awfully old!" With all the invisible tears And all the hidden fears, I lay down-dying- Upon solitude's dilacerating spears. Rochdi Bouille November 25, 2016