The autumn forests burn

the knowledge of  impending death 

of all you knew 

straight through your eyes

into your brain.

  

Understand:

this circle of life 

is not a circle.

  

It is a spiral with an end

and you slide down 

to never ending darkness.

  

Quite right that you are 

so afraid.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sanctuary Poems (c) 2000 StarFields - http://1-poem.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sanctuary Poems (c) 2000 StarFields - http://1-poem.com/