Thursday, October 1, 2009

The End of An Era

Inside of me
I feel this love dying.
In it's place
A slow and painful withdrawing of the senses:
Blindness,
Numbness,
Emptiness,
Coldness.

I scramble into the lap of the Eternal Mother,
Press her browning leaves against my grief-stained face,
Stumble to catch the last rays of this fading sun,
The warmth of Summer
Gone
Gone
Gone.

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