
The memories are lost and scattered like leaves, but soulless, the victim still wearily breathes.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 381 - Published: 10-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3068226
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Autumn Leaves
A stumble and a question -
A confused look in faded blue eyes.
With each breath, with every minute,
A living cell flickers and dies.
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Like leaves once green upon a tree
That lose their colour so easily,
And decay into burning, seething red
Then fade to orange, amber – dead.
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A smile that lingers but knows not why,
And a shuffle down the hall.
The muddled grasping of wearied fingers
That try to cling to it all.
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But for those leaves it takes but one damp breeze,
For them to unsettle, tremble and release with ease;
And they flutter down on a staccato breath,
Peacefully broken, even in death.
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The brightened cheeks of weathered skin
And a spark that sometimes stays.
These are the occasions we tearfully treasure –
These gentle glory days.
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In misted grey the rain comes around
And sticks the leaves to the surrounding ground;
They rot amongst roots, fester and decay –
Lingering in a damp, miserable delay.
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A tear glistens, too scared to speak,
As the music fades silently out.
Soaking the pictures in saltwater,
Sinking shadows and drowning doubt.
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And then the wind came to loosen the leaves,
To carry them out on the strength of a breeze.
Sweeping down the street, they scatter and die,
Rot further away or find someplace to lie.
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They leave the tree bare, those once green leaves,
Snatched and taken, but not the victims of thieves.
A fact of nature, the doctor says,
But I see no relics now of those glory days.
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The tree is withered, its branches bare:
I see no summer or life signs there.
The memories are lost and scattered like leaves,
But soulless, the victim still wearily breathes.
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Well you don't die of it; you die with it they say,
Once summer's gone and the leaves have blown away.
A tear for every memory, every thought displaced,
For the songs forgotten and life we waste.
I wrote the base of this a long time ago, shortly after a family friend who had suffered from Alzheimer's died, but I didn't post it. I found it again the other day and rewrote it, added and changed some bits until I was happier with it. I'd love to know what you think.
Eleantris. :)
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