Autumn Gloom

Month of fall,

Most beautiful of all.

But this year October,

Returned with spirit sober.

Imagery of falling leaves worth cherishing,

Treading those create a symphony most pleasing.

A feeling of loss penetratingly transcend,

Earth buried in brown such a gloom suspend.

Like sand slipping between fingers and palm,

So caught up losing calm.

With wounds ripped open,

Homeless and heartbroken.

Rambling on rustling leaves,

As web of treachery weaves.

Estranged to surroundings,

With issues surmounting.

Like a swirling wave rushes to shore,

Causing a havoc to settle her score.

But after it splashes on rocks,

With such force it knocks.

Repeated clashes hardly make a difference,

A lifetime wasted fighting against indifference.