I am Death

by CaptainJamesMay

A short poem about being death.

Autumn leaves, fallen dreams surround me in an orange glow.

A husky tone of regret, remorse, ever present.

The times that past, these moments last. We close our eyes, look to the skies.

It's easy to lie, let the days pass by, without a second glance, second chance.

A year ago I would sit and cry, look towards the very same sky and beg why.

I lost these moments that were dear to me, lost those people who were near to me.

I've lost my mind, lost my pride, lost my childish side.

I am the autumn leaves at your feet, blowing in the wind where you find your relief.

I sail upon the twilight of hope, where time doesn't heal just moves afloat.

I am the madness inside your self, the self medicated devil needs help.

I am the sorrow, when you're begging for tomorrow.

I am the pain, the pain you felt when you knew it was over, when the rains came.

I do not dress in black, nor do I assist you back.

I am death, true sadness, a passing.