memories from the past keep echoing
like little drops of rain tapping on the windows in my head
pitter
patter
drip
drop
remnants from the storm only I could see
feel
hear
taste
the scent of death weaves its smoky hands around my neck
i scream
but my voice is only a whisper
so
soft
so
soft
my screamswordsfeelingspains
are just dead leaves carried on a heavy w
i
n
d
dead leaves you crunch with your feet