April Autumn

Twirling words
like branches of an old tree.
Still it hurts --
the idea of flying,
being free.

Brown and yellow leaves
in mid-April spring
sickly hovering towards the ground.
Into dead grass --
where reality is found.

Painting your face
ready for war --
sharpening blades.
Awaiting the blood to drip
onto the grass.

Brittle branches brawling
in struggle for reaching the light.
For those in the shadow of others
die.




image from: http://emats.deviantart.com/art/Leaves-Wallpaper-100824718