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Surrounded by autumn's decaying beauty
Yet I still cannot escape all this rot in me
Trying to find some peace in the chilled air
But of these burdensome concerns I’m very aware
Even in the finest time of the year
I’m shackled by alarming frights and fears

In this wonderful season of harvest
How I want to not feel so heartless
In this magical season of harvest
How I wish I didn’t feel like a carcass
Sad and staring at this hollowed, sinking sunset
Thinking ghoulish thoughts that I won’t let myself forget

By the fiendish feel of cold reality I’ve become possessed
With the possibility of my castle crumbling I’m obsessed
My sober eyes rarely find any sort of repose
My clean brain quickly sinks beneath the below
This world burns my exhausted, sober eyes
Soak and subdue my brain until it temporarily dies

I just want to revel forever in October
But I’m already dreading December
I just want to enjoy and make the most of my today
But I know the doldrums of winter are heading my way
Deteriorating further in this fall
My mind always finds a way to spoil it all
I can see the doldrums of winter heading my way
In the present moment I’m never allowed to stay
I can feel the doldrums of winter on its way
In the present I’m haunted and cannot stay

From the trees deceased leaves descend
While I sit and feel like I’m at the end
From the trees drop orange and red
While I sit and feel like I’m alive yet dead

By Adam Keith McElwain

Copyright Adam Keith McElwain Poetry