When Autumn Leaves

11 September 2019

Time is a poison,
slowly seeping inside you
until you eventually die from it.
All I can decide is what I do
before Time wins.

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Autumn Fire: I stopped writing poetry while I fell in love. I've been having a quarter-life crisis for at least a year. I've changed a lot in the recent past, and I like who I've become, but sometimes it's still hard to get out of bed in the mornings.