The light lingers not,
Amber hues of autumn fade;
Winter encroaches.
My heart drops deep down in my stomach
I hear the news and I collapse
The damage is done and there's no turning back
But now our lives are on the right track
We embark on a new journey and restart our lives
All things so precious went right before our eyes
We build a new staircase and walk to the top
We all have eachother so nothing much was lost.
I wrote this 6 years ago when my family’s house was destroyed by fire. This was one of my first real poems I wrote.
 Dec 2017 Mysidian Bard
death and dishonor
are the only compass points
on this battlefield
Have you ever wondered
As to whom
Does a leaf
Really belong to?

Does it belong to the tree
That although gives it life
Disowns it when it needs
A support the most?

Does it belong to the wind
That carries it in its arms
To a beautiful foreign land
Until it can no longer take its weight?

Does it belong to the land
Which caters for the unknown
But eats it away as it decays
And becomes part of a new life?

It belongs to the journey
Merely named by its progenitor
From the time it appears
Till the moment it perishes.
 Dec 2017 Mysidian Bard
Blanketing the moon
On this cold December night
Clouds fall to sleep
:inspired by the moon in recent days :)
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