Karaica

the old leaves are crawling over the earth covering me like a child before birth everything i tried so hard to succeed everything is now buried underneath the running time suddenly felt so slow my thoughts like ivy started to grow lying under the tree of my own grief i hear the whisper of the cloy fatigue my vast intentions had to decay slowly expired and rotted away only my dreams remained the same and left a dull feeling of cruel shame the wind tenderly danced over my cocoon as the gloomy thoughts started to bloom petals turned into months and slipped away into the sky but the sight didn’t last long so i had to say goo

the leaves of the trees are slowly turning from green into brown the seasons skipped and the king of the woods has lost his crown

as i sat there i heard the last spoken word and silence crossed my slowly vanishing world the roaring thunder and rain no longer came and what’s left of my childhood is now in a picture frame i lost sense of the destructive time like a ghost, i started to pitifully whine i felt like a hollow figure of somber clay like birds in winter, my memories flew away i floated on a grotesque see of my own grief didn’t know what’s above and what’s underneath the waves like ivy wrapped around me and left my body miserable and paltry the clutch of the of the thoughts is what hurts the longest and the gloomy ocean of