Sunday, March 24, 2024

The Last Season - Marc

 THE LAST SEASON


The fog parts

for the briefest of moments

Spring appears

then disappears as I reach for it

Leading me to doubt

I ever knew it


Summer, oh summer

superman I was

First love, invulnerable

first heartbreak

Never ending

but it did


Autumn, I know you

Working like a rabbit

On the run

in a race, chasing

Chasing, chasing

things that never mattered


Now, winter


in this forest of trees

All dead

Through the cold wind

I walk on

to my fate

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