Dismal ponderingPosted: April 4, 2013
Falling leaves take over the mind’s eye
Falling, falling their bare veins revolving
Disintegration, decomposition, dissolution, desolation!
Branches writhe in sheer agonization
Blue and black. But bleed? Oh no, not I!
As layers peel, insides bare
World turns slow, too slow
Days change to nights, nights to day and night to night
Life go on, I go on
They go on
Feverish in mind, somewhere aches
Is what happens occasionally
As the bleak, dismal shroud shadows the gate.
The string of thought breaks
Spilling over the beads………..