This was written in a dark time last autumn. It was right after a suicide attempt, and I was still planning on doing it. I was alone and it seemed everything I did was wrong, and things would never get better for me, and they’d be better without me.
Autumn sepulchre
The world had left him cold
Though his emotions he’d always hide
He always seemed alright
Though all happiness had died
His wallet went on a diet
Friends blew away with the wind
His biggest coping habit
Made him feel as though he sinned
All he touched it turned to ashes
And all he could do was fail
And everywhere he went
He felt as though he were fire and hail
He went out for a walk that day
With tears in his eye
The rope hidden in his pocket
Couldn’t tell the lie
The river flowing peacefully
Through his sepulchre tranquilly
The rainbow autumn dancing leaves
Call his name mournfully
As he wonders through all nature
Gotten rid of all his coin
And those that passed before him
Beckoned him to join
They found him hanging from on oak
He had given up the fight
It was all too overwhelming
But he finally did something right
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