Adieu

Am I autumn’s wilting leaf,
Or a stray broken toy?
A forgotten whisper,
Or a fractured thought?

My head swivels,
Did I swallow a storm?
Shattered pieces of myself crumble
Within my futile grasp.

Time chews my bones,
And my thoughts dance
To the tune of my rage.
I nurse the anger in my heart,

And it speaks… of a quiet sadness.