helloβpoetry
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2024 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
Ffinian
Poems
Sep 2018
Early to Autumn
My hours are ending,
My days numbered,
Life pours out,
Of my leaves, dying,
Discoloured from the
Days of an eternal Summer,
Wind bellows and blasts,
As it always has, over
Branches and bark and
Whistles thinly through my
Veins, drenched in their
Own green blood,
I have become the
Season of death, the
Reminder and cue of
A quarter-year of
Dying, without grace
Without hope,
Fellow cowards loom over me,
Blind as they like,
No reminder, not one,
But I have accepted my fate,
Long after theirs has begun.
Written by
Ffinian
21/M/Wales
(21/M/Wales)
Follow
π
π
π
π
π
π€―
π€
πͺ
π€
π
π¨
π€€
π
π’
π
π€¬
0
116
savarez
and
---
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems