Fall Poem by Brian Archibald

Upon the fruit of truth, the solemn one will fall.
To be denied by the keepers, banished to an eternal sea of Fall.
Words unspoken, only wrote to be kept' secrets to me.
Unto you I share my words, for myself this day is closed again.
Into chilled weather, where everything is hidden beneath the fallen leaves.
A drought has arisen, days turn blue to gray.
Yearning for something new, I cannot care for what I cannot see.
Show me underneath the fruit of our tree, for I'm alone in this dying sea of gray.
I will not fail, my life again.
I have fallen unto the.
With nothing short, of a reflection of the once lesser, me.
Am I visible in the shade, underneath this rusted pile of leaves?
Cold, dark, & invisible are the attributes that make this wicked body up.
A withered heart, beneath the skin of our once loved onces.
Collision in the air, the leaves begin to tear.
I for one, have noticed this despair.
A riddled tear, alone in its journey towards the ground.
Who cannot see?
This Fall is so beautiful today.
Until the light breaks away, & soon turns to decay.
We are banished amongst the rising sun.
An eternity of this lifeless hell, for once we shall remain.
This life cannot complete me, this Fall has drowned me.
Underneath the hands of our guardian.
I for one can see, life has ridiculed itself from my body.