- Post By: Jason Santo
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- Tags: autumn, fall, leaves, literary_imagery, literary_originals, poem, poetry, seasons, sky, sun, trees, writer, writing
My path is littered with death. Husks of once vital, thriving splendor congregate at the alter of my footfalls, worshipping nothing, granting only the sound of cracked bones underfoot. I won’t walk, not a step further, surveying the victims of my purgatory. I’ll stay and weather a Winter’s wrath to see life renewed, or I will fall among the rest and wait to be crushed. #fall #autumn #leaves #sun #sky #trees #seasons #poem #poetry #writer #writing #literary_imagery #literary_originals (at Arrested)