The autumn leaves
leave marks of
hopelessness
on my broken back.

The ground is my home,
the unbearable decay
of my body, my mind.

Dirt follows me around,
keeps pulling me down,
far from safe and sound.

My eyes are now closed,
avoiding the harm of seeing,
my mind is far from being.

The autumn leaves
leave marks of
hopelessness
on my broken back.

My body now decomposed.
All my shortcomings disclosed.
My corpse lies alone,
underneath the gravestone.