Song 04 - The Fall...
I love making poems. Not sure why I do. It just tells a better story without the need of a voice. This is one of the many poems I have written over the years...
"What a long day, what a worn, weary night,
Each breath feels heavy, each thought too tight.
Through forest dim, my footsteps drone,
Yet I keep to shadows, I walk alone.
I feel the ache, the cold in my bones,
The weight of miles and endless stones.
Yet oddly glad no one can see,
This broken version left of me.
The wind picks up, the branches sway,
They creak and sigh in ghostly play.
The storm rolls near with rumbling growls,
The world is dark in whispered howls.
Ahead, I glimpse a cabin gray,
Abandoned, rough, in wood’s decay.
Its walls lean low, its roof half torn,
But here’s a place to rest, to mourn.
I step inside as raindrops fall,
Each drop a rhythm, a soothing call.
The roof holds strong, I find reprieve,
From storm’s fierce hand and autumn’s grieve.
With tired heart and mind to still,
I sit and breathe, I sit and chill.
In this small space, beneath the rain,
I find a pause from all the pain.
And when the clouds break, when light appears,
I’ll rise again, to face my fears.
But for now, in silence, I’ll simply stay,
Till the storm fades, and I’m on my way..." - Glibrage