Deaden me, draw
Exes over my eyes.
Color me leaden,
graphite gray.
Cross my arms, or
strike off my hands –
everything I love
will be taken away.
It is autumn, and
the trees are glory,
and winter is coming,
oh, hurry, hurry –
the leaves are falling,
please, erase me,
the only salvation
is to be taken first.
Wow. Marvelous poem!