Autumn Tree

All alone against the misty sky

I stood tall and stoic

My leaves shed, as was the want of the season

I let them fall, stoic as I was, knowing come back, they will

But as the seasons went on without me

The world celebrated time and growth

It celebrated life.

While I just stood there, waiting for new leaves

Knowing that come back, they will…

 

Through the mist I began to see

All the change going on around me/ see a life that has gone on without me

I tried to adapt and I tried to grow

I realize I had been waiting too long

My roots, once my supports, were now my shackles

 

Now

I want to- NEED to- break free

But all the numbness has made me weak

I wish to go back

Try and call out to my leaves

To come back to me

But Time, the merciless witch she is,

Keeps moving forward

In spite of all my struggles

Not a second do I gain.

Reviews

[Aarea]

Wow, I felt like this should have been a song. A gradual build up to the last stanza, where you would have the cymbals crash and that tingly moment that comes with great music. Your poem was built beautifully, in other, simpler words. :) Great work as usual, MashSaad!

[Mina]

This is an absolutely fantastic piece x the last stanza was beyond amazing xxxxxxxxxxx

[Sherlock]

Amazing poem ...... You are a gifted guy ....
Keep it up !!!

[Mina]

I love this poem
This is epic♡
The stanzas, , Language, form absolutely fantastic

[Pryde Foltz]

Roots give you purchase and nurture but they can also tie you down. Very well-developed and thought piece. I like.

[fatimah]

But Time, the merciless witch she is,
^my favorite line.