Autumn

The leaves fall

the memories crawl

as I curl up to sleep a little longer

the clouds tired of raining

the bruises tired of paining

yet I snooze to wake up stronger

The moon burns bright

on this lonely pale night

I shed the last remains of despair

the fate is passe

the courgae en masse

as I breathe in the autumn air

The sky turns blue

as I reach out for you

but hope is a dangerous thing

The roads now dried

like the tears I cried

I screech as I'm peeled to grow a wing

the skin would bleed

under the weight of creed

but the feathers break out piece by piece

crippled by memory

resolve my only remedy

Here comes the day I fly to find my release