Autumn

[Erasmas]

Usually when I get done with a poem, I just think it's "okay"... But I actually like this one. XD

 

A cry from the autumn wind

Stains the fabric of my soul,

Where the child plays pretend,

Although I am too old.

 

Bound in eternal suffering

And marked by naked sins,

Full of my childish dreams

Of love and innocence.

 

But the illusions cannot last

And the dreams cannot persist.

I am still haunted by my painful past,

The reason I exist.

 

I close my eyes to failure

And rely on wishful thought.

The pain that I endure,

A scar from every war I fought.

 

The cloth is ripped and torn,

But there is fire in my eyes.

After all, I feel reborn

When the wind of autumn cries.

 

[PurpleKitty]

+1! awesome as always!! I love this part best:

"The cloth is ripped and torn,

But there is fire in my eyes.

After all, I feel reborn

When the wind of autumn cries."

its deep and well written ^.^

[Erasmas]

Thanks Ash. XD That is my favorite part too.