Dead Leaves Poem by Brent Henry

Dead Leaves



Sometimes
Deep down
There is pain inside me. I thought
A rose
Would bridge the gap to eternity. The leaves
Are brown
Dying; You left me waiting for you. I'm down
Cold ground
Warm blood; Don't know what I'm gonna do.

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Brent Henry

Brent Henry

Manhattan, Kansas, USA
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