what all there is

those days
what all there was
an autumn sky
and wisps of innocence

there’s time
and what it does
out in the woods
an aching listlessness

a look
a certain scent
you turn away
and it’s forever gone

but now
what all there is
an empty heart
and spirits moving

 
on

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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