Leaves

I pull these rotted roots.

From the ground unfurled.

The wind whispers silent secrets.

The leaves tell their tales.

I dig, and I dig,

And I dig some more.

Subtle scars blemish the surface.

But I've placed my bet.

Fingers crossed for pocket aces.

Though the leaves tell me "it's already too late",

As they decay and wither away.

I shouldn't gamble with the way things are.

A bitter scratch of resentment -

An astringent taste of relief.

It's both a harsh and a candid truth to swallow.

The disquieting knowledge that we die alone 

Gets stuck in my throat.

Where one - become many;

In the land of fairy tales and make believe -

This scene tastes like candy-canes;

The chaos serene.

The predictable irony makes me laugh a tear.

I tear apart the walls that were never there.

And I speak quietly to my insanity.

She whispers in return, "your loosing yourself."

"To learn to live, one must live to learn."

Once again with the leaves, the leaves, the leaves.

Just leave me alone.

Please just leave me alone.