Inkpaw

Cold air bites at my bare fingers,
and tiny flakes of ice flutter down from the bleak, cloudy sky.
Like grains of sand in a hourglass. 

Time slips away in a haze of frigid winds 

silence 
that's violent, 

words 
that don't help.

I shut you out
and you practically yell.

screaming your opinions into my ears
well guess what 
I done with them.
I'm facing my fears.

the forest is on fire
with the colors of fall

the world is igniting 
with the season of transformation 

the leaves are glittering, 
dripping silver rain

Autumn is upon us 

'That hurt like hell!' I think
'That darned tables's always getting in the way'
'Why do I have to deal with this? '
'Every single day?'
'My life is pure misery,
With this table in it.'
'Please remove this abomination

tiny snowflakes flutter down
from a bleak grey sky

and white rabbits frollick
in piles of crystilized ice

fresh honey dew green 
are the knewborn leaves on the trees

sweet tiny babies of nature

(inspired by Roald Dahl's 'What If?')

what if?

what if there are monsters inside my head?

what if?

what if there were things I shouldn't have said

what if?

what if I made a big mistake