Autumn, por Nicholas Ryan Sampson

Autumn

Autumn sneaks in

preceding dormancy

Leaves take on new beauty

with nothing left in them but a fall from grace

Individually insignificant

while masses burden

The colors give the illusion of burning out

but we really just fade away

(2012)

I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you

I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back

I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows

Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

The pen must be  mightier than the sword  For there is nothing that  will spill your guts faster  than a bit of ink that says 

I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes

There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me