Lost battle of a wounded soldier
Have I lost or given it all up?
But for now
The Autumn is on me
It all has ended
But I don't give up
I keep walking
Walking wounded
Dragging my tattered body
Along a Withered soul
At crossroads of Autmn
Where is the spring?
No flowers will bloom
I am not dispirited but for a moment
I deter
I fear
For this paused moment
I realise
I have lost the battle
Standing outside my house thinking
Do I have a right on this gate
I am a soldier defeated by life
Churning out bitter juices of negativity
I feel like a stranger in my own house
I disown my things
I laugh and and enter the house again
I have my flute, my water colours,aisle, brushes and other drawing tools inside