[!!.PLEASE TELL ME IF THIS IS FALL RELATED ENOUGH.!!] this called "something. idfk." --- Looking back at you, I cry this autumn. In a patch of pumpkins, I stand alone. In harvest time, I stand alone. The isolation is unbearable, but I've always.. known... I watch from the littered ground, as groups of friends stand bone to bone. They take a picture below, where a tree stands with leaves whole. Red to orange, orange to yellow. yellow to brown, all over again. I used to be apart of the big tree, but down below I lie rotten. The guilt is wide and strong, but leaves dont stay down lifelong. Watch me rot and decay, like pumpkin or a leave that stayed bumpkin. (I think thats a real word.) But it feels so nice, to lay down here in the cool. The chilling winds and shorter days, man i've been such a fool. Autumn is beautiful and scenic, but all these years i've let regrets and shadows hold me back. I'll grow a new tree, in the fall. candles scented and thanksgiving for all, i've let go of the hunger for forgiveness, and now stands here is something so enthrall. cinnamon and pies of all kinds, why won't the faint smell go away? I've learned my lesson and revamped this autumn. The feeling is decay, being sown back into the pumpkin patch where i'd have drown. I'll never escape tonight's guilt, only i'd seen dreams of regret. Im only a pumpkin rotten and a leaf browned and decayed. The wind is no longer cool and nice. It thrashes and slashes into my eyes, wind unkempt and maybe a glimpse into my own demise. Autumn orange. autumn yellow, but a autumn red or a autumn brown? looking for my own catharsis, I reached into what I thought was self-forgiveness, only to land in winter's shallow ice. now it makes since why I could never forget, I'm exactly like mice. THE END !! I'm cooked so cooked I hate poem, not even a poem ig? its a story writing its a story it counts it does it does. everyone's else is so much better I suck I cry blah blah blah AHH.
I only understood what I was making in the first parts... like I think I meant I used to have lots of friends but then I grew uilty or whatever and fell out of it reaching a distance where we no longer touch, and then the ending is like, dude it was turning autumn to winter bruh. autumn is cool and nice but winter is heavily cold and the coldness stings with raw touch. I don't really know what I was on bro </3
