My Autumn
Oh, so, so, towards the dark we go
One whole self, now, grow, slow, decay
Broken, scattered, fragments, I know
this corse of mine, festering day by day
No shield for the cold winds that blow
Here I rest and here I stay
Fall like old grapes, rottening
Feast on mould and bitter juice
Take golden syrup sweetening
Life darkens for I am a recluse
Down right here I rest my sore bones
On soft autumn leaves decompose
On damp earth and cold stones
Sharp, numbing body I repose
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