A Climb through Autumn's Rigors
A Climb through Autumn's Rigors
Desolate figure
Walking against the biting wind
Scattering leaves in her wake
Head bent
Lost in deep thoughts
Creating a barrier with a softly hummed song
Keeping all away
Burden on her back, on her mind, on her heart
Wondering which is heavier
Dreading the coming winter
And the snow she must trudge through
Yet longing for the coolness
To sooth her burning, aching heart
Desolate figure
Walks home all alone
As she does in life
She will arrive to an empty house
And stare at the desolation
Then retreat to her cluttered room
And lose herself in false stories, false dreams
For she has lost her own
To what, we do not know
Her only comfort is in her solitute
Which is why she walks alone
Having learned, of course
People only desert her, eventually
She prefers to walk alone
And leave the world wondering
"Why?"
For she,
This sad, desolate figure,
Wonders the same
8:31 a.m.
10/19/00
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