there is an emptiness that comes

… like shadows in the early fall.

there is an emptiness that comes
like shadows in the early fall;
when every wish we should have made
is lost on scraps worn through with scrawl

the happiness that once was ours
lies broken, like the ancient trust;
and fallen leaves swirl restlessly
around our lives
of ash
and dust

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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