Staring blankly, without attachment
into the desolate, waning sky.
The last beams of innocent light
cut through the gray overcast
like a final reach for the edge
that disintegrates under palms and nails
as they pass into the dull atmosphere.

Wilting grass merged with hues of
insipid maroon and bruised orange
glare at you with mud caked eyes
With every fallen autumn leaf another broken heart.
They call to you from their decrepit grave-
Join the millions, take the fall.

The decomposition and rot
welcomes you in.
As cool, brusque air rushes
past your balmy, moist skin.
Chilling marrow, and numbing sensation.
As you jump.

The crunch of every dried vein echoes.
Cracked flesh and spines crumble
beneath the weight and strain.
The crisp hard smell of
Dusk and Winter’s breath
fills in, cementing the emptiness

And you feel their comfort
surround you, suppressing the anguish
amidst the fading ***** green vegetation.
But despite the soothing calm of their
consoling, empathetic murmur.
You pray to forget everything and go under,
lost in their withering foliage.