top of page
Writer's pictureTrix Cruzales

Fall


We’re at the end of the season.

Time passed by without a reason.

The breeze starts to winter.

A new season we enter.


A lot of things fall.

No matter how tall or small.

Changes happen in time.

These changes stay for a lifetime.


Wither away until orange turns white.

The new wind brings frostbite.

Warmth we seek can’t be found.

The heart we hear pound.


Disappointment never fails.

Pain felt like hammered nails.

No one asked to care.

Beware of a cold angered glare.

8 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Act to Lie

Never show your true self. Keep the truth to yourself. Tell a fake story. Make up a false history.   Nothing will change from the truth....

Nineties Kid

Playing outside on the streets. Games like tag or hide and seek. Having fun was always a treat. The past we all wish to repeat. Danger...

Comments


bottom of page