Death in ColourA Poem by Skylah GinetteThe leaves dangle, Drooping from gnarled branches, Shivering in the cold. Their veins grow brittle Against the bitter, biting frost, And break. They are lost to the wind. Forsaken.
Scattered across the land, They are trodden, Trampled. They huddle together, Seeking decay in familiarity, In the curling arms of others Withered by weather.
Our feet smear their cheeks with dirt, Wishing them death in colour. © 2015 Skylah Ginette |
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Skylah GinetteBC, CanadaAboutI grew up in the mountains of British Columbia. A lot of my inspiration is based in love, nature, societal issues, as well as my own emotional hurdles dealing with sexual abuse. more..Writing
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