AutumnA Poem by Mark Anthony Games (Human Voice)I refuse to feel this I will mourn the stone not what lies beneath I will not feel this As the pain builds with the days that increase The force of my resistance only adds to the ease of my breaking I have hardly any leaves left to fall as the rot of autumn fills the air I walk belonging through this field of the dead casting circles until my final resting place is found Such wasted hope and faith Even the strongest structures erode with time Now I chase shadows in the ruins that remain Haunted by the echoes of songs long since lost I admit I am jealous not of your love for him but for that you are happy and I am not the cause No longer is it mine to witness your rise, your falls, your touch, smile and laughter Never mine again to make certain you are happy in each and every moment of my sadness But I will not feel this I can neither afford or allow I have no more leaves left to fall as the rot of another autumn fills the air Copyright 'The Human Voice' 2012 © 2012 Mark Anthony Games (Human Voice)Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on September 28, 2012 Last Updated on September 28, 2012 AuthorMark Anthony Games (Human Voice)Worcester, United KingdomAbouthttp://www.youtube.com/user/HumanVoiceThe (You Tube Channel for Performance Poetry) Without the darkness that surrounds them the stars could not shine. I give praise and thanks to the darkness for a.. more..Writing
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