Dead Are The Leaves Poem by Unic Cjonr

Whispers are floating with the breeze.

Nature is talking.

Humans have not the time to listen.

The trees are burning.

Dead are the leaves.

My blood is flowing.

My heart is on fire.

Eaten alive by guilt.

My sin is not a win.

Unable to forget.

Unable to forgive.

My fate is my burden.

My hate will not subside.

That is for certain.

I gave been stripped from my bark.

Unprotected and vulnerable.

Without a question.

Without one weapon

Fearing less.

I step into the darkness.